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Blensop so spontaneously had, and from the having of which he derived so much apparently innocent enjoyment? Wanting an answer, Lanyard settled back in disgust, then sat sharply forward, gaze riveted to the near sash of the adjacent window. In showing "Karl" out, Blensop had moved the portieres, exposing more glass than previously had been visible.
"Now you have told me who he is, I promise you every effort shall be made to apprehend him and prevent further misuse of the name you have assumed." "It has," Lanyard said tersely. "I beg your pardon?" "I say every effort has been made and successfully to accomplish the ends you mention." "What's that you say?" Blensop demanded shrilly, crossing to the desk.
Stone quietly, "if you'll be good enough to show me how this contraption works, maybe I'll find out something interesting, maybe not." Mr. Blensop proceeded to oblige by operating the lever and sliding aside the portrait. "Thanks," said Mr. Stone, producing a magnifying glass from a waistcoat pocket and beginning to peer myopically at the face of the safe.
Disturbed by a startled exclamation, together with a sound of shuffling and a slight thump, he looked round in mild curiosity to see Blensop staggered and astare, standing over a litter of documents which had slipped from his grasp to the floor. Mastering his emotion quickly enough, the secretary knelt with a mumbled apology and began to pick up the papers.
She refused to divulge a word about her business with us. I told her " Warned by a gesture from Colonel Stanistreet, Blensop broke off. Walker was opening the door. "Well, Walker?" "A Mr. Duchemin, sir, says Mr. Blensop made an appointment with you for twelve to-night." "Show him in, please." The footman shut himself out. Blensop clutched nervously at Mrs. Arden's jewels.
"In that case I'd be glad if you would be good enough to make an appointment for me with Colonel Stanistreet." "I am afraid he will not be home till very late to-night, but " "Then to-morrow?" Mr. Blensop smiled patiently. "Colonel Stanistreet is a very busy man," he uttered melodiously. "If you could let me know something about the nature of your business...."
Otherwise the game was altogether up; Lanyard could see no way to avoid the necessity of staggering Blensop with a blow, racing for freedom, abandoning utterly further effort to learn the motive of "Karl's" impersonation of Duchemin. He gathered himself together, waited poised in readiness for any eventuality and blessed his lucky stars to find his apprehensions idle.
"Oh, half an hour or so," her husband responded absently as she disappeared. With a little gesture consigning her jewellery, heaped upon the desk, to the care of her brother-in-law, Mrs. Arden uttered good-nights and followed her sister. Blensop bowed her out respectfully, shut the door and returned to the desk. "What's this about the Lone Wolf?"
An instant later "Karl" joined him, swung on a heel, facing back, clicked heels again and bowed mockingly. Apparently he got no response, for he laughed quietly, then turned and went out through the window, Blensop mincing after. With a struggle Lanyard mastered the temptation to dash after the spy, overtake and overpower him, expose and give him up to justice.
If you will lend me the beautiful pen I observe in your pocket, I will give a further demonstration." The eyes of the secretary shifted wildly. He hesitated, moistening dry lips with the tip of a nervous tongue. "And don't try to get out of it, Mr. Blensop, because I am armed and don't mean to let you escape. Besides, that good Mr. Stone patrols the garden."
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