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I am going straight to a private detective's, who is also a friend of mine!" "Then for Heaven's sake go to him!" Mr. Blumentein declared irritably. "We have nothing to conceal here! All that we desire is to be left alone by guests whose conduct about the place is discreditable. Good afternoon, Mr. Courage!" I returned to my room and had my bag packed. Then I sat down to think.
He nodded condescendingly to the hotel manager, and shook hands with me. "How are you, Courage?" he said. "I'm coming down to Lord's this afternoon to see the match." He passed on. Mr. Blumentein was distinctly nervous. "Will you do me the favor to come down to my room for a moment, Mr. Courage?" he begged. "I should like to speak to you in private." I followed him down into his office.
If you do not alter your tone at once, I shall take a cab to Scotland Yard, and insist upon a complete investigation into the affairs of last night." There was no doubt as to the effect of my words upon Mr. Blumentein. He was seriously perturbed, and wholly unable to conceal it. "You can prove what you say, Mr. Courage, I suppose?" he remarked hesitatingly. "Absolutely!"
Blumentein," he ordered shortly. I waited for several minutes. Then the boy returned, and beckoned me to follow him. "Mr. Blumentein will see you in his office, sir," he announced. "Will you come this way?" It was a very different Mr. Blumentein who looked up now, as I was shown into his private room. He regarded me with a frown, and his manner was indubitably hostile.
His manner was pleasant enough, but he had the air of endeavoring to soothe a fractious child which annoyed me. "I will send a message down to Mr. Blumentein, sir," he said, "but he is very busy this morning." He called a boy, but, after a moment's hesitation, he left the office himself. I lit a cigarette, and waited with as much patience as I could command.
Blumentein is not satisfied with my conduct of the case, I will withdraw from it at once! Otherwise, I shall not tolerate any interference!" He left me without another word. I returned to the bedside. As I approached, Guest deliberately opened one eye and then closed it again. I addressed him in French: "How are you?" "About as I am meant to be," he answered. The nurse came over to the bedside.
There are a dozen witnesses, if necessary. I shall require you to leave the hotel within the next few hours." "You know very well that I was nothing of the sort," I answered hotly. "It is easily proved," Mr. Blumentein asserted. "Please understand that I am not prepared to discuss the matter with you." "Very well," I answered. "Let it go at that.
Blumentein stepped out, followed by his dapper little clerk. Mr. Blumentein was a man of less than medium height, with grey hair and beard, powerfully built and with a sleek, well-groomed appearance. Hat in hand, and with many bows and smiles, he addressed a few remarks to the lady, who answered him courteously, but with obvious condescension.
"Rubbish," I answered, "if you talk like that, I shall go to Scotland Yard at once. I tell you frankly, I don't like your nurse. I don't like your doctor, I don't like their shutting you up in this lonely part of the hotel, and I can't understand the attitude of Mr. Blumentein at all. He must know what he is risking in attempting this sort of thing, in London of all places in the world."
I answered; "look in this week's Graphic. You will see a photograph of me in the Medchestershire Cricket Team. Come into my room, and I will show you as many letters and papers as you please. Do you know that gentleman?" "Certainly!" Mr. Blumentein answered, bowing low. "Good morning, Sir Charles!" A young man in a flannel suit and straw hat sauntered up to us.
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