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"I am only too thankful to find you. Now listen. Is your brain working? Can you talk seriously?" "I guess so." "You remember our talk last night?" "Every word of it." "The time has come," Hunterleys continued, "your time, I mean. You said that if you could take a hand, you'd do it. I am here to beg for your help." "You needn't waste your breath doing that," Richard answered firmly. "I'm your man.
Selingman, a large cigar between his lips and a happy smile upon his face, stood in the square before the Casino, watching the pigeons. He had just enjoyed an excellent lunch, he was exceedingly pleased with a new light grey suit which he was wearing, and his one unsatisfied desire was for companionship. Draconmeyer was away motoring with Lady Hunterleys, Mr.
"Lady Hunterleys!" he exclaimed softly. "You still up?" She hesitated. Then she stood on one side, still grasping the handle of the door. "Do you want to come in?" she asked. "You may. I have something to say to you. Perhaps I shall sleep better if I say it now." He stepped quickly past her. "Close the door," he whispered cautiously. She obeyed him deliberately. "There is no hurry," she said.
"Tell me again," Hunterleys asked, "at what hour is it to be off the Villa Mimosa?" "At ten o'clock," Frenhofer replied. "A pinnace is to be at the landing-stage of the villa at that time. Mr. Grex, Monsieur Douaille, Herr Selingman, and Mr. Draconmeyer will come on board." "Very good! Now go on your errand to the man Schwann.
A high-powered grey touring car came by, travelling at a great pace. Hunterleys stood perfectly rigid, one hand grasping the wall by the side of which he stood. Notwithstanding his spectacles and the thick coating of dust upon his clothes, the solitary passenger of the car was familiar enough to him. It was the man for whom this plot had been prepared.
"No fear of that, I promise you," he assured her once more. "David will be busy enough pulling the strings another way." The doctor entered the room and shook hands with Hunterleys. There was no news, he declared, nothing to be done. The patient must continue in his present condition for several more hours at least. The symptoms were, in their way, favourable. Beyond that, nothing could be said.
Righto! ... Sit down, Hunterleys. Smoke or do whatever you want to. We'll be off to the yacht in no time." Hunterleys clapped the young giant on the shoulders as he rushed through to the bathroom. "You're a brick, Richard," he declared. "I'll wait for you down in the hall. I've a pal there." "I'll be down in twenty minutes or earlier," Lane promised. "What a lark!" The breaking up of Mr.
We can get down again by luncheon-time, before the people are about." "Afraid I can't," Hunterleys replied. "I have rather an important letter to go through carefully, and a reply to think out." "You're a queer chap, you know," Richard went on. "You always seem to have something on but I'm hanged if I can see how you pass your time here in Monte Carlo.
"Unable to converse, I am assured, and unable to share with his friends any little information he may have picked up last night. By the way, whom shall you send to report our little conference to-night? You wouldn't care to come yourself, would you?" "I should like to exceedingly," Hunterleys assured him, "if you'd give me a safe conduct."
"Tell me, Lane," he asked curiously, "have you heard anything about any of the victims of our little struggle last night I mean the two men we tackled?" Richard shook his head. "I hear that mine has a broken wrist," he said. "Can't say I am feeling very badly about that!" "I've just been told that mine is going to die," Hunterleys continued. The young man laughed incredulously.
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