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The other two looked at him with the good-natured pity due to the correspondent of the British Bolshevist. "Your lunatic paper has turned your brain, my son," Garth said. "Well, let's be getting on," Macdermott impatiently urged. "Which way did your plotters take, Beechtree? We may as well be getting after them, anyhow." "I don't know. I've lost them.
As you have entered at what I can but call such a very inopportune moment, you heard what I was saying words uttered, need I say, in no malicious spirit, but in a sincere and public-spirited desire to discover the truth. I was accusing and do accuse, no one; I was merely laying before the committee information communicated to me this morning by Mr. Henry Beechtree." "Mr. Henry Beechtree?"
She thanked him profusely, and led the way to the passage which she had mentioned. Chivalry, pity for the unprotected, love of the Greek tongue, dislike of Turks by all these quite creditable emotions was Professor Inglis betrayed, as you may imagine, to his fate. Henry Beechtree, when he left the Assembly Hall, had, for his part, fish to fry in the Secretariat, and thither he made his rapid way.
Come along, Beechtree, and nose things out. This will be nuts for our readers. Even your crabbed paper will have to give a column to Svensen Not Sleeping in his Bed. Can't you see all the little eyes lighting up?" He rushed away, and Henry followed. Meanwhile the bell was rung and MM. les Délégués took their seats. The deputy-President, the delegate for Belgium, took the chair.
Many people, again, would be glad to put responsibility on the Germans. An unfortunate race, for nothing is so unfortunate as to be unloved. We must discover the truth, Mr. Beechtree. You have a line of inquiry to follow?" "I am making friends with the fellow's secretary," said Henry. "She likes me, I may say. And she talks quite a lot.
The bay has shorter legs than that tall camel; and Peter never rides out at this hour." "But it was he." "God forbid! At night a linden looks like a beechtree. It would be a pretty piece of business, if he didn't come home to-day."
He leant forward and spoke discreetly. "I fancy, Miss Longfellow, there are those in Geneva who could throw some light on this affair if they chose." "You don't say! Dio mio! Now isn't that quite a notion!" Miss Longfellow was interested. "Why, Mr. Beechtree, you don't suspect foul play, do you?" Henry nodded. "I suppose I rather easily suspect foul play," he candidly admitted.
They do not like Wilbraham. No one does. But they are obsessed with their pet ideas." "To every man his own scapegoat; it's the law of life. Now, Mr. Beechtree, I must leave you. We meet again at three o'clock. Here is a card of entry to the committee meeting. Till then I shall say nothing to any one.
Miss Longfellow did not answer his inquiry, but stood in the hall and cried, "Zio!" in a voice like a May cuckoo's. A door opened, and in a moment Dr. Franchi, small and frail and charming, came forward with a sweet smile and hand outstretched, through a throng of fawning, grinning dogs. "A pleasure indeed, Mr. Beechtree." "He is like Leo XIII.," was Henry's thought.
Talk of master criminals, ... and to think that I once thought the Assembly scarcely worth coming for. Live and learn. I shall never miss another." He called to Garth, who was passing. "I say, Garth, Beechtree says he's not a lady and that Wilbraham's a liar. Spread it about, there's a good chap." Garth nodded.
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