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He was apparently well satisfied with his inspection, for he gave a sigh of satisfaction and turned to Mrs. Malplaquet. "She'll give no more trouble now!" he remarked airily. "Ah! Bellward," sighed Mrs. Malplaquet, "you're incomparable! What an undefeatable combination you and I would have made if we'd met twenty years sooner!" And she threw him a coquettish glance.
He was not found there, but was eventually encountered at his London hotel, and requested to appear before the authorities with a view to throwing some light on Mortimer. Under cross-examination Bellward flatly denied any knowledge of Mortimer, and declared that a mistake had been made.
The motor-cycle in the shed without was the connecting link between Bellward and the man with whom he was co-operating in the organization. Even when he was supposed to be sleeping in London he could still use the Mill House for a rendezvous, entering and leaving by the secret door, and no one a bit the wiser. In that desolate part of Essex, the roads are practically deserted after dark.
"Really, Major I should say, Mr. Bellward you must take more pains than that. You are talking to me exactly as though I were a British Tommy. Tut, tut, this will never do, sir! You must talk thicker, more guttural-like, and open the vowels well." He had dropped his jesting manner altogether and spoke with the deep earnestness of the expert airing his pet topic.
But now that the matter has been decided, it only remains for us to perfect our arrangements for communicating these plans to our friends beyond the North Sea. Therefore, I thought a friendly bridge evening at the hospitable home of our dear colleague Bellward would be in place." He smiled affably and bent over his soup-plate.
Her face was of an ivory pallor and she seemed to have fallen back into the characteristic hypnotic trance. As for Bellward, he had dropped on to a sofa, a loose mass, exhausted but missing nothing of what was going forward, though, for the moment, he seemed too spent to take any active part in the proceedings.
As far as he knew, the only London address that Strangwise had was the Nineveh; and he was as little likely to return there as Bellward was to make his way to his little hotel in Jermyn Street. There remained Mrs. Malplaquet who, he remembered, had told him of her house at Campden Hill. For the moment, Desmond decided, he must put both Strangwise and Bellward out of his calculations.
Come, come, the fellow's no earthly good to us! And he's a menace to us all as long as he's alive!" "Minna," said Strangwise, "you must trust me. Besides..." he leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. "Now," he resumed aloud, "you shall take Bellward downstairs and leave me to have a little chat with our friend here." To Bellward he added: "Minna will tell you what I said.
The girl remained absolutely apathetic. Indeed, she seemed almost as one in a trance. "Aren't we going to Bath?" at length demanded Mrs. Malplaquet of Strangwise. "Don't ask questions!" snapped the latter. "But the car?" asked the lady. "Hold your tongue!" commanded the officer; and Mrs. Malplaquet obeyed. Then Mr. Bellward returned with the news that he had at last got a taxi.
"A fortnight ago... a respectable, retired English business man, by name of Basil Bellward... taken with the goods on him, as the saying is..." "An Englishman, by Jove!" "It's hardly correct to call him an Englishman, though he's posed as an English business man for so long that one is almost justified in doing so.
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