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Hunterleys shook his head. "So far as I am concerned," he said, "their reasons for wanting to get rid of me are fairly obvious, I am afraid, but I must say I don't know where you come in, unless " He stopped short. "Well, unless what?" Richard interposed. "I should just like to know who it is trying to get me kicked out." "Can't you guess?" Hunterleys asked.
America's too powerful and too isolated to need help of that description. We shouldn't have any use for politicians of your class, or for Secret Service men." "If you're in earnest," Hunterleys advised, "you go to Washington and ask them about it some day. The time's coming, if it hasn't already arrived, when your country will have to develop a different class of politicians.
Hunterleys, on leaving the hotel, walked rapidly across the square and found David waiting for him on the opposite side. "Felicia will be late," the latter explained. "She has to get all that beastly black stuff off her face. She is horribly nervous about Sidney and she doesn't want you to wait. I think perhaps she is right, too.
Directly I saw monsieur, I knew that he was not a frequenter." Hunterleys turned a little in his chair and surveyed his neighbour curiously. The man was neatly dressed and he spoke English with scarcely any accent. His shoulders and upturned moustache gave him a military appearance.
"According to the police commissioner who has just left me, the man is on his death-bed, and my only chance of escaping serious trouble is to get out of Monte Carlo to-night." "Are you going?" Hunterleys shook his head. "It would take a great deal more than that to move me just now," he said, "even if I had not suspected from the first that the man was lying."
I am afraid they are beginning to make a noise downstairs already!" The little pinnace shot out a stream of light across the dark, placid sea. Douaille was talking earnestly to Hunterleys. "Pleasantest few minutes I ever spent in my life," Richard murmured, as he took out his cigarette case.
Hunterleys made no immediate reply. He was walking up and down the narrow apartment. A brilliant idea had taken possession of him. The more he thought of it, the more feasible it became. "Frenhofer," he said at last, "I have a scheme of my own. You are sure that Mr. Grex has never seen this yacht?"
The smile was there once more and a queer, soft light in her eyes. "If you had?" she murmured. "My visit here, under the present circumstances, would have been more distasteful than it is," Hunterleys replied stiffly. She bit her lip and turned away. When she resumed the conversation, her tone was completely changed. "I speak to you now," she said, "in your own interests. Mr.
"I have copies of them, and full notes of everything that has transpired so far, in a strong box up at the bank," Hunterleys assented. "We can stroll up there after lunch and I will place all the documents in your hands. You can look them through then and decide what is best to be done." The Minister rose to his feet.
I told him I'd shoot him if he disturbed me again." "It's nearly three o'clock!" Hunterleys declared impressively. "Can't help it," Richard yawned, throwing off the bed-clothes and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I am young and delicate and I need my rest.
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