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Updated: June 4, 2025
Armitage carried the envelope which he had cut from Chauvenet's coat pinned into an inner pocket of his waistcoat, and since boarding the King Edward he had examined it twice daily to see that it was intact.
"You are a fine pair of patriots, I swear," said Claiborne. "What in the devil do you want with John Armitage?" "He is a menace to a great throne an impostor a " Chauvenet's eyes swept with a swift glance the cloak, the sword, the scattered orders.
They yelled at the top of their voices as they charged, plunging into the advancing trio after a forty-yard gallop. "'Not later than Friday' back you go!" shouted Armitage, and laughed aloud at the enemy's rout. One of the horses it seemed from its rider's yells to be Chauvenet's turned and bolted, and the others followed back the way they had come.
John Armitage in various discreet ways was observant of Monsieur Chauvenet's activities, and bookings at steamship offices interested him so greatly that he reserved passage on two additional steamers and ordered the straps buckled about his trunks, for it had occurred to him that he might find it necessary to leave Geneva in a hurry.
Chauvenet's rigid figure suddenly relaxed; he leaned against a chair with a return of his habitual nonchalant air, and waved his hand carelessly. "Between gentlemen so small a matter!" "To be sure the merest trifle," laughed Armitage with entire good humor. "And where a gentleman has the predatory habits of a burglar and housebreaker " "Then lesser affairs, such as picking up trinkets "
Then he spoke in French in a tone that imitated the cool irony he had noted in Durand's tone: "A few murders more or less! But Von Stroebel was hardly a fair mark, dearest Jules!" With this he sent the chair clattering down the steps, where it struck Jules Chauvenet's legs with a force that carried him howling lustily backward to the second landing.
"He is a wise man who wields the knife himself, Monsieur Chauvenet. In the taking of poor Count von Stroebel's life so deftly and secretly, you prove my philosophy. It was a clever job, Monsieur!" Chauvenet's gloved fingers caught at his mustache. "That is almost insulting, Monsieur Armitage. A distinguished statesman is killed therefore I must have murdered him.
Chauvenet shrugged his shoulders; but he gazed into the muzzle of the rifle unflinchingly. "The gentleman was merely explaining that you are mistaken; that he does not know you and never heard of you before, and that he has not been looking for you in the mountains or anywhere else." As Shirley spoke these words very slowly and distinctly she questioned for the first time Chauvenet's position.
The men stared at each other wonderingly for an instant, then both leaped to their feet. "It isn't possible!" gasped Durand. "It is quite possible," replied Chauvenet. "The emblem is unmistakable. Good God, look!" The sweat had broken out on Chauvenet's face and he leaped to the chair where his coat hung, and caught up the garment with shaking hands.
He had stumbled on until he was within a dozen steps of Chauvenet, who lifted his revolver until it covered Armitage's head. "Drop that gun drop it damned quick!" and Dick Claiborne swung the butt of his rifle high and brought it down with a crash on Chauvenet's head; then Armitage paused and glanced about and laughed.
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