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"As far as those scoundrels are concerned," he answered, "all they care about is to save their wretched skins. You won't be seen, that I'll guarantee, but none the less you must be there it's absolutely necessary. A closed car will await you at the Bond Street Tube station at three o'clock to-morrow morning. Ask the driver no questions he will have his orders." Some minutes later Albeury left us.
Before he could speak, however, I had left the little room and gone in search of Victor Albeury. He was not in his cabin, nor was he in the smoking-room, where men still sat playing cards, nor was he in the big saloon.
I had sent Albeury into my study to smoke a cigar and drink a glass of wine while I went up to my room to have a bath. Simon was still busy with my things when I came out of the bathroom, and, while I dressed, I took the opportunity of questioning him. "What's amiss, Simon?" I asked lightly. He looked up with a start. "Amiss, sir?" he repeated, with obvious embarrassment.
I must get her away from that woman and take her back to England, no matter how great the risk I might have to run. And what, I wondered suddenly, was Albeury doing all this time? Still pondering all this, I sauntered into a restaurant I happened to be passing, ordered a bottle of wine, and asked for a copy of the latest railway time-table.
At once Albeury called Osborne and myself into the room we had just left. Then he rang for Simon. Everything was quickly settled. Albeury was to go at once to Scotland Yard and make arrangements for the arrest of the gang at Eldon Hall on the following day but one; the arrival of the large body of detectives that would be needed would have, as he explained, to be planned with the greatest secrecy.
Albeury rose abruptly, and tossed his half-smoked cigarette into the grate. "Wait here until I return," he said. He unlocked the door, and went out of the room. I heard his footsteps grow fainter and fainter as he went along the corridor.
But you mustn't blame him, Albeury he did it without knowing absolutely without knowing! And only you and I know that he is to blame. Dick must never know never. Nobody else must ever know. If his father ever finds it out, it will kill him." For some moments Albeury remained quite still. His lip twitched I had seen it twitch like that before, when he was deeply moved. At last he spoke.
Something prompted me to step out into the passage, and I came face to face with Gastrell, who had evidently just left Connie Stapleton's other room and so must have overheard our conversation, also whatever conversation with Albeury she might have had before I entered. For some moments we stood looking at each other without speaking. He appeared to be calm and wholly unconcerned.
Nobody answered, though now the bearers, also the men who accompanied them, had all crowded into the room. Suddenly I noticed that the door of the room had been shut, and instantly the thought came to me Where was Dulcie? What had become of her? Also where had Albeury gone?
I had unlocked the door of the room, and presently Simon entered. "Mr. Osborne would like to see you, sir," he said in his usual tone of deference. "When I told him you had visitors he said he wouldn't come in. He's waiting at the door, sir." "Jack! Splendid!" I exclaimed. "The very man we want to see you have heard me speak of Mr. Osborne, Albeury, and you know plenty about him."
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