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But if you'll wait six months, I'll give you my personal guarantee that the money shall be paid." Brett's eyes narrowed again in sudden concentration. "Your personal guarantee?" "Yes, mine. If you'll wait six months or even three" urgently. "Oh, Brett, you will wait?" "'Even three," he repeated thoughtfully. Suddenly he threw up his head and laughed. "I see it it's as clear as daylight!
"I hope you will tell that to Edith," he said, "and perhaps you may change her opinion concerning my reasoning capacities. She thinks I am an awfully stupid chap as a rule." "That is because she is in love with you," said Brett. "Well, now, that remark puzzles me more than anything else you have said."
Brett was well known in Testbridge and all the country round; and from him Godfrey Wardour learned what sent him traveling on the Continent again not in the hope of finding Sepia. What became of her, none of her family ever learned.
We both apologise for not having prepared you." Brett's smooth, even voice seemed to exasperate the other, who continued to block the library window in uncompromising manner. "And you, sir. May I ask who you are?" "My name is Brett, Reginald Brett, a friend of Mr. Hume's who, I may mention, does not use his full surname at present."
Brett cut her laces for her; and when she was carried off, poor thing, we found a little sachet on the floor, which I opened, not knowing in the least what it contained. And in it was Mr. Harry Warrington's precious letter. And here, sir, is the case." A pang shot through Harry's heart. "Great heavens! why didn't she destroy it?" he thought.
I have reprimanded him for his negligence, although he did right in coming at once to me to report his failure. In accordance with your instructions, I have ordered the watchers at the Café Noir and in the Rue Barbette to be in this office at 8.15 p.m." "Now I wonder," said Brett, "why the Turks left the Frenchman alone in No. 11. It is odd, to say the least of it.
In such a community the stranger's self-possession and reticence were distinguishable characteristics. So Brett watched him, largely for want of better occupation. "That is a man of unusual power," was his summing up. "He is elegant, fascinating, unscrupulous.
Brett appeared, paused at precisely the right speaking distance, and said in a low voice, 'I thought it might interest you to know, sir, that there's a white-tailed magpie out on the lawn. Very rare, as you know, sir.
Six months later, when the Earl and Countess of Fairholme returned from a prolonged wedding tour on the Blue-Bell through the Norwegian fiords, Brett was invited to dinner. Talbot was there, of course, and Daubeney, and Sir Hubert. "Constantinople must be a queer place," observed Jack after the first rush of animated converse had exhausted itself.
Brett, leaning over the table, was stabbing around futilely in one of the sets of tubes in a complicated testing device. "Wish we had that squirt Manning here," he mumbled. "He could fix these things up in no time at all." "I could always go back to the hide-out and get him," suggested Miles. On the balcony Tom gripped Astro's arm tightly. "Astro! Did you hear that?" he exclaimed.
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