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Of Barbara she took not the slightest notice. Desmond remarked it and her indifference shocked him profoundly. "Of course, you don't recognize him!" said Strangwise. "This is Major Desmond Okewood, more recently known as Mr. Basil Bellward!" The woman evinced no surprise. "So!" she said, "I thought we'd end by getting him. Well, Strangwise, what are we waiting for? Is our friend to live for ever?"
Desmond was watching her closely, fascinated by her beauty, but noticed an unwilling, almost a hostile tone, in her voice. Strangwise was speaking in his deep voice. "Marcelle," he said, "I've brought a friend who is anxious to meet you. Major Desmond Okewood! He and I soldiered together in France!" The dancer turned her big black eyes full on Desmond as she held out her hand to him.
By this time the lady had left Berlin for this charming old-world seat, and I promptly took measures to have her placed in preventive arrest whilst I tracked you down. "You got away again. Even Jupiter nods, you know, my dear Captain Okewood, and I frankly admit I overlooked the silver badge which you had in your possession.
"How are you, Okewood?" he said, nodding to Francis. "This your brother? How d'ye do?" He gave me his hand and was silent. There was a distinct pause. Feeling distinctly embarrassed, I lugged out my portfolio, extracted the three slips of paper and laid them on the desk before the Chief. "I've brought you something," I said lamely. He picked up the slips of paper and looked at them for a moment.
He stopped and cleared his throat. Desmond stared at him. He could hardly believe his eyes. This quiet, deliberate man was actually embarrassed. "Okewood," the Chief went on, "you know I like plain speaking, and therefore you won't make the mistake of thinking I'm trying to flatter you." Desmond made a gesture. "Wait a moment and hear me out," the Chief went on.
"Absolutely!" responded the Chief firmly. "But how will we manage it?" asked Desmond. "Catch the leave-boat to-night and don't worry. You will receive your instructions in due course." "But when shall I see you again?" The Chief chuckled. "Depends entirely on yourself, Okewood," he retorted. "When you're through with your job, I expect. In the meantime, Miss Mackwayte will act between us.
Whether Bellward, who appeared bent only on getting away from the house without delay, examined the balcony or not, Desmond did not know; but after the agony of suspense had endured for what seemed to him an hour, he heard Strangwise say: "It's no good, Bellward! I'm not satisfied! And until I am satisfied that Okewood is not here, I don't leave this house. And that's that!"
The booming of a dinner gong suddenly swelled into the stillness of the room. Clubfoot rose and rang the bell. "Here's my offer, Okewood!" he said. "You shall restore that letter to me in its integrity, and the Countess Rachwitz shall go free provided she leaves this country and does not return. That's my last word! Take the night to sleep on it! I shall come for my answer in the morning."
In the corner of, the Pullman a table was laid for supper. There was a cold chicken, a salad, and a bottle of claret. On another table was a large tin box and a mirror with a couple of electric lights before it. At this table was seated a small man with gray hair studying a large number of photographs. "If you will have your supper, Major Okewood, sir," said Matthews, "Mr.
And then he did a thing highly unbecoming in a field officer. He burst into tears. Desmond and Francis Okewood sat in the dining-room of the Mill House finishing an excellent breakfast of ham and eggs and coffee which old Martha had prepared for them. Francis was still wearing Mr.
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