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Updated: May 31, 2025
With a sigh of relief Desmond, as quietly as possible, manoeuvred the dressing-table back into place and then jerked the chair across the carpet to the position where Strangwise and Bellward had left him in the middle of the floor: It was here that the two men found him, apparently asleep, when they came up half-an-hour later. They carried him down to the red lacquer room again.
There they carried him into a dark room where they left him, turning the key in the lock as they went away. For a long time after the retreating footsteps of Strangwise and Bellward had died away, Desmond sat listless, preoccupied with his thoughts. They were somber enough. The sinister atmosphere of the house, weighing upon him, seemed to deepen his depression.
Even before the special had drawn up alongside the platform at Cannon Street, Crook and Matthews swung themselves out and disappeared. When the train stopped, a young man in a bowler hat presented himself at the door of the Pullman. "The car is there, Mr. Bellward, sir!" he said, helping Desmond to alight.
And you may as well know that Bellward will try his hand on you before he kills you. If that girl had known where the Star of Poland was, Bellward would have had it out of her! Three times a day he's put her into the hypnotic sleep. I warn you, you won't like the interrogatory!" The door flew open and Bellward came in. He went eagerly to Strangwise. "Well, have you got it!" he demanded.
Nur-el-Din played his game for him by detaining the girl. Strangwise believes and I must say I agree with him that probably two persons know where the Star of Poland is. One is this girl..." "The other being the late Mr. Bellward?" queried Mrs. Malplaquet. "Precisely. The late Mr. Bellward or Major Desmond Okewood!" said Bellward.
He bent his whole attention on the problem immediately before him how to carry off the role of Bellward in front of four strangers, one of whom, at least, he thought, must know the man he was impersonating; how to extract as much information as possible about the gang and its organization before uncovering his hand; finally, how to overpower the four men and the one woman when the moment had come to strike.
"This is Basil Bellward," she said, "see, he's wearing the ring I gave him, a gold snake with emerald eyes! And now," she cried, raising her voice shrilly, "before we go, kill that man!" And she pointed at Desmond. Bellward had seized her by the arm and was dragging her through the opening in the shed when a shrill whistle resounded from the garden.
"Unless our British friends are even more inefficient than I believe them to be, they most certainly will," he replied. "And then?" Bellward shrugged his shoulders and spread wide his hands. "A little morning ceremony at the Tower," he answered, "unless these idiotic English are too sentimental to execute a woman..." The car was running down the long slope to Paddington Station.
"Where are you taking me?" the girl said. Mrs. Malplaquet spoke a single word. "Bellward!" she said in a gentle voice; but it was a voice of command. Bellward leaned forward. "Look at me, Miss Mackwayte!" he said. There was a curious insistence in his voice that made Barbara obey.
"There's a balcony there... below the window, I mean." "I've looked," replied Bellward, "and he's not there. You can see for yourself!" The moment of discovery had arrived. To Desmond the strain seemed unbearable and to alleviate it, he began to count, as one counts to woo sleep. One! two! three! four! He heard a grating noise as the window was pushed further up. Five! six! seven! eight!
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