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"I am sorry, Miss Abbeway," he said almost humbly, "that you take my decision so hardly. I ask you to remember that I am just an ordinary, typical Englishman, and that I have already lied for your sake. Will you put yourself in my place?" They had climbed the little ridge of grass-grown sand and stood looking out seaward. Suddenly all the anger seemed to pass from her face.
"They never do spend ten minutes together alone," Julian replied drily. "I see to that. Then my mother, you know, has the knack of getting interesting people together. The Bishop is coming, amongst others. And, Furley, I wanted to ask you do you know anything of a young woman she is half Russian, I believe who calls herself Miss Catherine Abbeway?" "Yes, I know her," was the brief rejoinder.
"May I ask, Miss Abbeway," he began, "whether the small coupe car, standing about a hundred yards down the back avenue, is yours?" "It is," she assented, with a little sigh. "It won't go." "It won't go?" the Colonel repeated. "I thought you might know something about cars," she explained. "They tell me that two of the sparking plugs are cracked.
He himself lit an American cigarette. "I had meant, Miss Abbeway," he confided, leaning towards her, "to suggest a theatre to you to-night in fact, I looked at some dress circle seats at the Gaiety with a view to purchasing. Another matter has cropped up, however. There is a little business for us to do." "Business?" Catherine repeated.
He spoke about Orden, too. I persuaded him that if we don't succeed within the next twenty four hours, it will be his duty to see what he can do." "Oh, but that was too bad!" she declared. "You know how he feels his position, poor man. He will simply loathe having to tell Julian Mr. Orden, I mean that he is connected with " "Well, with what, Miss Abbeway?"
"Last day or two?" he repeated reflectively. "No, I can't say that I have, Miss Abbeway. I needn't remind you that we don't risk communications except when they are necessary." "Will you try and get into touch with him at once?" she begged. "Why?" Fenn asked, glancing at her searchingly. "One of our Russian writers," she said, "once wrote that there are a thousand eddies in the winds of chance.
"In one place, where we skidded a little, I recognized them." Colonel Henderson smiled a little more naturally. "I begin to have hopes," he acknowledged frankly, "that I have been drawn into another mare's nest. Nevertheless, I am bound to ask you this question, Miss Abbeway. Did you leave your room at all during last night?"
Fenn leaned forward. "You drive me to a further disclosure," he declared, after a moment's hesitation, "one, perhaps, which I ought already to have made. I have arranged for a duplicate of that packet to be prepared and forwarded. I set this matter on foot the moment we heard from Miss Abbeway here of her mishap. The duplicate may reach us at any moment."
"Twenty of the members are elected by the Trades Unions and represent the great industries of the Empire; and there are three outsiders Miss Abbeway, Miles Furley and myself. If you, Julian, had not been so successful in concealing your identity, you would have been the first man to whom the Council would have turned for help. Now that the truth is known, your duty is clear.
"Look here, Miss Abbeway," he said, "we don't need to quarrel about this. That paper I came across has a special interest for me personally. I want to think about it before I say anything to a soul in the world." "You can consult with me," she persisted. "Our aims are the same. We are here for the same purpose." "Not altogether," he objected. "I brought you here as my assistant." "Did you?"
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