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She was looking towards them, and her face was as pale as death. Her host stepped forward at once and smiled pleasantly down at her. "You will not forget," he whispered, "that we are likely be the centre of observation to-night. I see that our friends Brightman and Crawshay are already amongst the audience." Katharine picked up her program and affected to examine it.
I have sought fortune in most quarters of the globe, sometimes found it and sometimes lost it, sometimes with one weapon in my hand and sometimes with another. So perhaps you are right, Mr. Brightman, when you call me an adventurer." "These very uncomfortable times," Crawshay remarked, "rather limit the sphere in which one may look for stirring events."
"One doesn't always attach oneself to the wrong person, Mr. Thew." "Even the stupidest people in the world," Jocelyn Thew agreed, "can scarcely make mistakes all the time, can they? By the way," he went on, turning towards the detective, "is it my fancy or have I not had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Brightman in America?
Through the swing doors, almost as Brightman had concluded his speech, came Jocelyn Thew. He was dressed in light tweeds, carefully fashioned by an English tailor. His tie and collar, his grey Homburg hat with its black band, his beautifully polished and not too new brown shoes, were exactly according to the decrees of Bond Street.
"They are the two men," he continued, "who are out to spoil my show if they can. You may see them again under very different circumstances." "I shan't forget," she murmured. "The dark one looks like Brightman, the detective you were up against in that Fall River business the man who believed that you were the High Priest of crime in New York." "You have a good memory," he remarked.
"I see," the detective admitted, "but, considering the way in which we have found it, you are not suggesting, I hope, that we should not open it?" "Opened it certainly must be," Crawshay admitted, "but not by us in this manner. When you have finished your search, I should be glad if you will bring both packets with you to the captain's room." Brightman silently resumed his labours.
"Were you thinking about the young lady, sir?" he asked. "I thought it might be useful to renew my acquaintance with her," Crawshay explained, a little laboriously. "I shouldn't think she'd go out alone." "She has probably made some friends by this time," Brightman observed. Crawshay dropped his eyeglass and polished it.
"From my experience of the young lady," he said, a little stiffly, "I should think it improbable. I happened to meet her twice in New York, and she struck me as being an extraordinarily well-behaved and, in her natural way, very attractive person." "Do you suppose that she came to Europe after Jocelyn Thew?" Brightman asked. "Oh, damn Jocelyn Thew!" Crawshay replied.
"I think we can humour our friend by drinking that toast, Brightman," he said. "I shall drink it with great pleasure," the detective agreed. They set down their empty glasses. Jocelyn Thew rose regretfully to his feet. "I fear," he said, "that I must tear myself away. We shall meet again, I trust. And, Mr. Brightman, a word with you.
Then there were Mason, Selborne, Sherbrook, and half-a-dozen others. There was Brightman, too, as Archbishop: and now! Then the Communists, too. Braithwaite is dead fifteen years. Certainly he was big enough; but he was always speaking of the future, not of the present; and tell me what big man they have had since then!
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