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"But Dick Beverley is with them to-night, you told me," she reminded him. "That scarcely alters the situation," Crawshay pointed out, "because his coming was quite unexpected. If anything, it rather strengthens my point of view. Beverley is very much a young man of the world, and he probably knows Jocelyn Thew's reputation.
Nevertheless, the City of Boston stood on her course, and the distance between the two steamers gradually widened. Katharine, who had come up on deck, stood by Jocelyn Thew's side. "Is this really the way that they shoot," she asked, "or aren't they trying to hit us?" "They are not trying," he told her.
They returned from the Alhambra together, went up to Thew's rooms, had a drink and separated half an hour later. This, of course, is in a sense posthumous information, but Scotland Yard have it tabulated down to the slightest detail, and we are unable to find a single suspicious circumstance in connection with the movements of either man.
You will perhaps say that it was not wise, but I could not have stood the subway. My nerves are all rotten." Jocelyn Thew's tone and gesture were smoothly disdainful. "You are quite right," he agreed. "You have lost what you call your nerve. You had better send for the newspaper men, give them plenty of champagne, and explain what a loyal American citizen you are. Have you burnt everything?"
"No," he decided, "I don't think that it would be Doctor Gant. Jocelyn Thew has finished with him all right. He did his job well and faithfully, but he was only a hired tool. Speculation, however, is useless. We must wait for Henshaw's news. Perhaps this third guest, whoever he may be, may give us a clue as to Jocelyn Thew's influence over Miss Beverley." The telephone rang a few minutes later.
As he leaned down to light it, Jocelyn Thew's practiced eye caught the shape of a revolver in his hip pocket. "English," he murmured softly to himself. "Probably one of Crawshay's lot, preparing a report for him when he returns from Chicago." With an anticipatory smile, he entered upon the task of shaking off his unwelcome follower.
You should visit it before you give me the lie when I call you Sir Denis Cathley." Jocelyn Thew's hand for a moment shielded part of his face, as though he found the electric light a little strong. From behind the shelter of his palm his eyes met the eyes of his visitor. The latter suddenly turned and bowed to Katharine.
"Great heavens, you are not thinking of Miss Beverley!" the captain exclaimed. "I fail utterly to understand her acquaintance with Jocelyn Thew," Crawshay confided. "I do not propose, however, that you interfere with these people for the moment. What I do ask is that Jocelyn Thew's effects are searched, and at once."
He is a sure winner every time. You're up against him now, aren't you?" "More or less," Crawshay confessed. "I crossed on the steamer with him." "I bet that didn't do you much good!" "I lost the first game," Crawshay confessed candidly. "I see that you know all about it." "No need to put me wiser than I am," the girl observed carelessly. "Jocelyn Thew's no talker."
The swing door leading from the room into the cafe was pushed open, and a woman entered. She stood for a moment looking around until her eyes fell upon Jocelyn Thew. Crawshay suddenly gripped the detective's arm. "Is there anything for us in this, my friend?" he whispered. "Watch Jocelyn Thew's face!" For a few seconds Jocelyn Thew was certainly taken aback.
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