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"But do you mind going out this way?" He moved toward the curtained door opposite the chimney-piece. Lanyard paused, shrugged, and followed. Mr. Blensop opened the door, disclosing a vista of Ninety-fifth Street. "Thank you, Mr. Ember. Good-night," he intoned. The door closed with the click of a spring latch.
Blensop functioning in his vocational capacity without reflecting on that cruel injustice which Nature only too often practises upon her offspring in secreting most praiseworthy qualities within fleshy envelopes of hopelessly frivolous cast.
He was not unacquainted with the Blensop type, but the secret glee which seemed to animate this specimen was something far beyond his comprehension. As the door softly closed Lanyard moved silently across the room and bent an ear to its panels, meanwhile drawing over his hands a pair of thin white kid gloves. From beyond came no sound other than a faint creaking of stair-treads quickly silenced.
Something in that implement seemed to possess for Lanyard overpowering fascination. His gaze yearned for it, returned again and again to it. He changed his course to stroll up and down behind Blensop, between him and the safe. "I understood Colonel Stanistreet to say the watchman was not seriously injured, I believe," he observed, with interest.
Nevertheless, one cannot well be overcautious when one is a hunted man." "Blensop ... be good enough to see this man out through the garden." "Yes, sir." "Again, monsieur, my thanks." "Good-night," said Stanistreet curtly. Blensop passed Lanyard's chair, unlatched and opened the window and stood aside.
A door closed with a slight jar, and for half a minute the room was so positively quiet that Lanyard was beginning to wonder if Blensop himself had gone out with his employer, when he heard a low and musical chuckle, followed by a soft clashing as the secretary scooped Mrs. Arden's jewellery out of the desk drawer.
If it be not recovered without delay, the chances of America's early and efficient participation in the war will suffer a tremendous setback ... Blensop, be good enough to call up the American Secret Service at once and ask whether the document in question was found on the body of this ah Ekstrom." "Pardon," Lanyard interposed as Blensop hesitantly approached the telephone.
At sight of him the Englishman checked and stared enquiringly, his eyes shadowed by careworn brows; for it was apparent that, if the events of the night had not depressed the spirits of the secretary, his employer had known little sleep or none since the burglary. "Colonel Stanistreet," Blensop said melodiously, abandoning Stone to his unsupervised devices, "this is Mr.
A second taxicab undoubtedly that which had brought the young woman now presumably closeted with Mr. Blensop was moving up into the place vacated by the first. In two strides Lanyard was at its side. "Follow that taxi!" he cried "number seventy-six, three-eighty-five. Don't lose sight of it, but don't pass it don't let them know we're following!" "Engaged," the driver growled.
Stanistreet indicated a cigarette-box and leaned back to glance through the letters. During a brief pause Blensop busied himself with collecting together the documents which had occupied him and began reassorting them, while "Karl," helping himself to a cigarette, smoked with manifest enjoyment. "These seem to be in order," Stanistreet observed.
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