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Winter broke in with a hasty question: "If he is speaking the truth about the snake poison, shouldn't we send for a doctor?" No one had thought of this previously. Brett reproached himself for his forgetfulness. So strange are our civilised notions that we strive to save a man's life in order to hang him by due process at law. It was Ooma who answered. "Doctor!" he cried. "Bring him!
It seemed to her that a whole eternity of time had elapsed since the moment when the delivery of the morning post, destitute of news from Brett, had plunged her into this dreadful agony of uncertainty. Suddenly she heard the gate click. She had been unconsciously listening for that sound with an intensity of which she was unaware expecting, hoping, almost praying for tidings of some kind.
Margaret entered, with Helen and the two men. Robert limped somewhat. "How d'ye do, Brett?" he cried cheerily. "That beggar hurt me more than I imagined at the time. He struck a tendon in my left leg so hard that it is quite painful now." Brett gave an answering smile, but his thoughts did not find utterance.
"I see," interrupted Brett, with the cynical smile which so often disconcerted glib liars like Petit. "It is hopeless to expect you to tell the truth. However, I think I know a way to clear your wits. You must be brought face to face with La Belle Chasseuse. Perhaps when you are confronted with that lady in the room between the café and the billiard saloon of the Cabaret Noir "
"Oh, I didn't mean to suggest that," I hurried to say. "I can give mine to my brother when I go home. And you there must be some one " "I've no sister. And there's no one else," said Mr. Brett. "Do have it. You see, I couldn't get it on my little finger. And won't you keep the big one too? It isn't as if I were like Mrs. Stuyvesant-Knox's other guests "
And I don't think you have Ross fooled either." "Never mind that now!" said Brett irritably. "We've got to line things up for the race. Listen! Ross left Luna City this morning for the hide-out. Here's what I want you to do.
Capes Wiwiki and Brett we have no previous acquaintance with, though we have heard of the Bay of Islands, over whose wide entrance they are the twin sentinels. And then in slow succession we sight the Poor Knights Islands, Bream Head, the Hen and Chickens, the Barrier Islands Great and Little, Cape Colville, Rodney Point, and the Kawau, Sir George Grey's island home.
Brett, on the other hand, made up his mind that "The Worm" at liberty might be more valuable to him than "The Worm" in gaol. So he asked the commissary, as a favour to himself, to set Petit free, first giving the thief to understand that he owed his release to the barrister's intervention. This was done, and "Le Ver" was voluble in his expressions of gratitude. Brett soon cut him short.
Instead of instructing Heat to go on with this case, my intention is to seek this explanation personally—by myself, I mean where it may be picked up. That is in a certain shop in Brett Street, and on the lips of a certain secret agent once upon a time the confidential and trusted spy of the late Baron Stott-Wartenheim, Ambassador of a Great Power to the Court of St James.”
Brett had disappeared. "No, Mr. Elliot, it's no use talking to me, not a bit of use!" Millie Deans exclaimed vehemently in the hall as Rades began Enigme in his most velvety voice. "London has no taste, it has only fashions. In Paris that man is not a singer at all. He is merely a diseur. No one would dream of putting him in a programme with me."
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