United States or Central African Republic ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
About noon I strolled with Rayne out along the wide terrace which ran in front of the house overlooking the great park, whereupon he said: "We'll leave here to-morrow, Hargreave. Duperré is at Overstow. Write to him this afternoon and tell him to send me a wire recalling me immediately upon urgent business." "We've finished here, eh?" I asked meaningly.
In consequence, everyone was turned out and searched, a woman searching the female passengers, Signorina Lacava waxing highly indignant. Rayne, Duperré and myself were also very closely searched, while every nook and cranny of the compartments and baggage were rummaged during the transit of the train from Lyons down to Marseilles.
So old Morley Tarrant was a gaol-bird! Hence it was but natural that Rudolph Rayne, who preserved such a high degree of respectability, would hesitate to meet him providing he knew that the police were watching. He certainly knew that, hence the secrecy of their appointment. As we walked Madame suddenly emerged from the French windows of the drawing-room and joined us.
Will she not be back in a day or two?" "I hope so. I hope so," Mr. Rayne answered, more to himself than to Guy. "I had grown quite accustomed to the darling." A few more very laconic remarks followed, and then Guy began to think it was rather stupid, and in consequence made a move towards the door. This made matters a little brighter, for Mr.
Rayne, an old friend of Frank's. He insisted on our going to his house for a few days in a warm-hearted way that was irresistible. "Are you quite sure you want me?" I said dubiously. "Young married people make a kind of heaven for themselves, and do not want old maids looking over the wall."
It was evident that the great financier regarded Rudolph Rayne as his friend, for he promised to pay us a visit at Overstow in return. "Remember what Mr. Blumenfeld has promised us, George!" said Rayne as he turned to me merrily. "Make a note of it!"
"Ripping!" agreed the girl, turning her sparkling eyes to mine, while I myself expressed the greatest satisfaction at returning to the country I had learned to love so well. That afternoon, as I sat with Rayne in the smoking-room, he explained to me the reason he wished me to go to Italy to make certain secret inquiries, it seemed. But the motive he did not reveal.
Just before luncheon Rayne was called to the telephone. I was in the room at the time. He apparently recognized the voice, and scribbled something upon the pad before him. "Will you repeat that?" he asked. "I want to be quite clear." Then he listened again very intently. "Right! I'll be with you at ten to-night," he replied, and then hung up the receiver.
Just as I was about to enter it, Rayne took me by the arm, and walking along the platform out of hearing, whispered: "Vincent is here. Don't recognize him. Be alert at three o'clock. I may want you!" "For what?" "Wait! We've something big in progress, George. Don't ask any questions," he said in that blustering impelling manner which he assumed when he was really serious.
We will make our adieus gladly to the affected civil servants, the young embryo professionals, the rich independent bachelors, the corpulent papas and mamas, the famous tennis, skating, singing, dancing and playing heroines, and go joyfully back to the snug little parlor of Henry Rayne, where sits the only one sensible girl we have seen to-night.
Word Of The Day