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Good morning, sir." Mr. Bodery turned the flimsy leaves impatiently, stopped, looked rapidly down a column, and, without raising his eyes from the railway guide, tore a telegraph form from the handle of a drawer at his side. Then he wrote in a large clear style: "Will be with you at five o'clock. Invent some excuse for V.'s absence. On no account give alarm to authorities."
That is whence these fellows got their power. Half of them are fanatics and the other half hypocrites." Mr. Bodery had now completed his preparations, and he held out his plump hand, which the subeditor grasped. "I hope," said the latter, "that you will find Vellacott at the station to meet you ha, ha!" "I hope so." "If," said Mr.
It was a duel between sheer skill and confident foreknowledge. When Mr. Bodery spoke, Sidney Carew leant back in his chair and puffed vigorously at his briar pipe. "Things," said the Englishman, "seem to be very unsettled in France just now." The Vicomte was engaged in rolling a cigarette, and he finished the delicate operation before looking up with a grave smile. "Yes," he said. "In Paris.
He was about to tear open the envelope when there was a sharp knock at the door. "'M'in!" said Mr. Morgan sharply, and at the same moment the silent door was thrown open. The diminutive form of the boy stood in the aperture. "Gentleman to see you, sir," he said, with great solemnity. "What name?" asked Mr. Bodery. "Wouldn't give his name, sir said you didn't know it, sir."
I'll just send upstairs for Bander to go on duty at the shop door to-day as well as to-morrow; I think we shall have a big sale this week." Mr. Bodery rose from his seat and began brushing his faultless hat. "Yes," he replied; "do that. It would be very easy to get at the machinery. Printers are only human!" "Machinery is ready enough to go wrong when nobody wishes it," murmured Mr.
"What is the meaning of this?" he exclaimed huskily. The sub-editor looked up sharply, with his pen poised in the air. Then Mr. Bodery read: "Is Vellacott with you? Fear something wrong. Disappeared from here last night." Mr. Morgan moved in his seat, stretching one arm out, while he pensively rubbed his clean-shaven chin and looked critically across the table. "Who is it from?" he asked.
There is so often no meaning in the action of a Parisian mob." "Many things without meaning are not without result." Again the Vicomte looked at Mr. Bodery, and again he was baffled. "You only asked me the meaning," he said lightly. "I am glad you did not inquire after the result; because there I should indeed have been at fault.
"But you," he persisted, "you, yourself what did you think?" "I do not know," she answered, with painful hesitation. "I don't think I thought at all." "Then what did you do, Hilda?" "I oh, we searched. We telegraphed for Mr. Bodery, who came down at once. Then Fred rode over, and placed himself at Mr. Bodery's disposal. First he went to Paris, then to Brest.
And yet she went on through dinner and until bedtime, acting this strange part without break, without fault a part which had never been rehearsed and never learnt: a part which was utterly artificial and yet totally without art, for it came naturally. And through it all she feared the Vicomte d'Audierne. Mr. Bodery counted for nothing.
Indirectly, I should think, unless the Vicomte d'Audierne is a scoundrel." Sidney thought deeply. "He may be," he admitted. "I do not," pursued Mr. Bodery, with a certain easy deliberation, "think that the Vicomte is aware of Vellacott's existence. That is my opinion." "He asked who you were if you were a friend of my father's." "And you said " "No!
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