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Updated: June 10, 2025


"Oh, you old darling," exclaimed Flora with sudden impulsiveness. "I suppose if a decent education and upbringing counts for anything that's just what we are." Mrs. Barraclough sat down rather abruptly on a small upright sofa in the centre of the room. "Then for goodness sake tell me what you are doing in my kitchen."

The small face went pluckily into lines of humour. "Not a very nice grin, Tony." "The best in the world," said he and hugged her close. They passed out of the room together. When Barraclough returned Mr. Torrington was leaning on his arm. Nugent Cassis and Lord Almont Frayne followed in the rear. "I was sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Torrington," he apologised. "Waiting? No, no. We were early.

"It was," said Barraclough and swivelled round to face Cassis. "I've said frankly that until I get the concession no one but myself will be told the map reference. That's absolute." Cassis sniffed. "It was a pity you didn't get the concession when you made the discovery." "You know quite well that I wasn't sure.

The man who was tortured while you were free to " She did not finish the sentence for even as she spoke Richard Frencham Altar stepped shakily from the car and came toward them. The extraordinary resemblance between the two men wrung a cry of amazement from Flora. "Barraclough?" said Richard rocking on his heels. "Pretty extraordinary meeting like this on the finishing straight. How goes?"

"I do wish you would not address me as though I were a sitting hen," said Mrs. Barraclough, drawing up a chair to the writing table. "The telephone, mother, and ask for the police station." "But the policeman is sure to be out." "Then talk to his missus." "That would be impossible, dear, Mrs. Brassbound " But Anthony did not listen to the objection.

Barraclough shut up like a clam and made no answer. Lord Almont butted in. "Still you're pretty confident of getting the concession if you manage to get clear." Barraclough nodded. "If I can slip through and they don't stop me I'll be back with the whole thing settled in three weeks from the hour of starting."

"They're in the dressing room, sir." "Let's have a look." Doran retired and returned almost immediately with a complete fireman's outfit. Barraclough tried on the helmet and nodded approvingly. "Good enough. Stick 'em somewhere out of sight." And while Doran obeyed he added, "Damn silly idea, isn't it?" "I haven't heard it, sir." "Oh, it has its points, I suppose.

There were no soft spots in the walls of Hugo Van Diest's fortress. The water was salt. Mrs. Barraclough was one of those old ladies who are constantly being surprised. She courted surprise.

"How the devil do you know that?" exclaimed Barraclough. Nugent Cassis answered the question. "We have our private information bureau in the opposite camp." "Ah! Anyone I know?" "That's immaterial." "I think I deserve your confidence." "Have you given us yours?" Barraclough lit a cigarette. "Oh, very well," he said. "So I'm to be kidnapped." "At twelve precisely," Cranbourne nodded.

Barraclough. The door opened and Jane came in with an abnormally large whiskey and soda which she nearly dropped at the sight of the visitor. "Oh! Mrs. Barraclough!" said Bolt, pointing an accusing finger. But the old lady was equal to the moment. "And drink," she said, seizing the glass and swallowing an immense gulp that almost paralysed the muscles of her throat. Mr.

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