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Crawshay's heart beat fast as he watched it placed upon the table. Richard seemed to have lost much of his truculence of manner. "That packet," he declared, "is my personal property. It contains nothing of any moment whatever, nothing which would be of the least interest to you." "In that case," Brightman promised, "it will be returned to you. Mr.

Now you had better step in and take your seat. Behold the creatures of our friend Brightman and the satellites of the aristocratic Crawshay close in upon us! They listen for farewell words. Is this your carriage? Very well. Here comes your porter, hungry for remuneration. Shall I give them a hint, Gant?" There flashed in the hunted man's eyes for a moment a gleam of almost demoniacal humour.

He is the man to whom Gant delivered those documents some time last night." They found two easy-chairs in the smoking room and ordered cocktails. Mr. Brightman sat forward in his chair. He was one of those men whose individuality seems to rise to any call made upon it. He was indifferently dressed, by no means good-looking, and he had started life as a policeman.

EMMA. "Between Monte Video and Buenos Ayres are many bays: False Bay, Brightman Bay, and Union Bay are the principal." MRS. WILTON. "Buenos Ayres was founded in 1535 by Don Pedro de Mendoza, who gave it that name on account of the salubrity of its climate. This town is in many respects the most considerable of all the commercial towns in South America.

Brightman asked, showing her the fragment which he had taken from the doctor's fingers. "Never." Crawshay drew a little breath between his teeth. He was on the point of speech when a steward knocked at the door. The captain called him in. "Harrison," he asked, "were you one of the stewards who was looking after Doctor Gant?" "Yes, sir," the man replied.

"They were the chaps with the red roses, weren't they?" he observed. "Brightman, I fancy we are going to reverse that. I am laying five to one that I've found out how Jocelyn Thew counts on getting his spoils into Germany." The dinner of the red roses, as though in emulation of its rival entertainment, seemed on its way to complete success.

He had seated himself upon the arm of a neighbouring easy-chair and was resting his hand upon the head of a cane he was carrying. "If our friend Brightman here has a fault," he said, "in the execution of his daily duties, it is that he brings to bear into his task a certain amount of prejudice, from which the mind of the ideal detector of crime should be free.

Crawshay," Brightman began, "who has charge from the Government point of view, of the little matter you and I know about." The manager shook hands limply. "Glad to meet you, Mr. Crawshay," he said, "but a little disturbed at the cause. I must say that I hope you will find your impressions ill-founded. I don't like things of this sort happening in my house." "Might happen anywhere," Mr.

Brightman, who had scarcely spoken a word, leaned across the table. "Probably," he said drily, "it means that some one a little cleverer than us has got away with the real stuff whilst we played around with this rubbish." "But how?" Crawshay expostulated. "Not a soul has left this ship who hasn't been searched to the skin.

Crawshay this time took up the receiver, and Brightman the spare one which hung by the side. It was Henshaw speaking. "Miss Beverley has just gone in to dinner," he announced. "She is accompanied by Mr. Jocelyn Thew and a young officer in the uniform of a Flight Commander." "What is his name?" Crawshay asked. "I have had no opportunity of finding out yet," was the reply.

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