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"They are Russian," she told him. "I bought them for that reason. As a matter of fact, they are very good tyres." "Miss Abbeway," the Colonel said, "I don't know whether you are aware that my police are in search of a spy who is reported to have escaped from the marshes last night in a small motor-car which was left at a certain spot in the Salthouse road.
"There's a difference," Furley protested. "Today the people are all right, but the Rienzi isn't here My God!" He broke off suddenly, pursuing another train of thought. He leaned forward. "Look here," he said, "we'll talk about the fate of that communication later. What about Miss Abbeway?" "Miss Abbeway," Julian told him, "was in imminent danger last night of arrest as a spy.
"I certainly had an idea," Furley confessed, "of an asylum for incapable younger sons." "I call a truce," Julian proposed. "It isn't polite to spar before Miss Abbeway." "To me," Mr. Stenson declared, "this is a veritable temple of peace. I arrived here literally on all fours. Miss Abbeway has proved to me quite conclusively that as a democratic leader I have missed my vocation."
The youth in fisherman's oilskins, into whose hands that message passed last night, is Miss Catherine Abbeway. The young lady has referred me to you for some explanation as to its being in her possession." Furley remained absolutely speechless for several moments. His first expression was one of dazed bewilderment. Then the light broke in upon him. He began to understand.
The door opened almost noiselessly. Catherine, who was seated before a small, ebony writing table, turned her head at his entrance. "You?" she exclaimed. Julian listened for a moment and then closed the door. She sat watching him, with the pen still in her fingers. "Miss Abbeway," he said, "have you heard any news this evening?"
"At any time you send for me," the Bishop replied. "Meanwhile, Mr. Fenn, before I leave I want to remind you once more of the original purpose of my call upon you." Fenn frowned a little peevishly as he rose to usher his visitor out. "Miss Abbeway has already extorted a foolish promise from us," he said. "The young man's safety for the present is not in question."
"Not in the least," Catherine replied coolly, "only if you unpack my trunks, I beg that you will allow my maid to fold and unfold my clothes." "I do not think," Colonel Henderson said to Lord Maltenby, "that I have any more questions to ask Miss Abbeway at present." "In which case we will return to the drawing-room," the Earl suggested a little stiffly.
Miss Abbeway," he went on, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper, "I was not boasting the other night. I have saved money, I have speculated fortunately I " The look in her eyes stifled his eloquence. He broke off in his speech became dumb and voiceless. "Mr. Fenn," she said, "once and for all this sort of conversation is distasteful to me. A great deal of what you say I do not understand.
There were a few introductions still to be effected. Whilst Lady Maltenby was engaged in this task, which she performed at all times with the unfailing tact of a great hostess, Julian broke off in his conversation with the two soldiers and looked steadfastly across the room at Catherine Abbeway, as though anxious to revise or complete his earlier impressions of her.
"She has worn herself out with persuasions." "Has he himself been told the truth?" Fenn shook his head. "From your own knowledge of the young man, do you think that it would be of any use? Even Miss Abbeway is forced to admit that any one less likely to sympathise with our aims it would be impossible to find.
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