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"The formula mentioned in the Clephane letter," he explained; "which formula you received from Snodgrass during the ride back from the Rataplan to the Chateau. He received it there by post, and got it from his box as you were leaving. He even was foolish enough to open the original envelope, and to put the one enclosed, unopened in his pocket. You immediately took a taxi for the Chateau.
The play in the hotel last night, as schemed by us, should have gone through and eliminated Clephane and Harleston for a time; but Harleston upset things by his quick action and sense of danger moreover, he guessed as to Clephane, for the management got wise and made a search, and the dear lady found Harleston and me in Peacock Alley and she pre-empted him." Marston blinked and said nothing.
Even then his smile did not disappear, but it changed, as did his tone. "Good heavens!" cried Bob. "How on earth did you get up here? By rail to the Riffelberg, I hope?" "On my sticks." "It was much too far for him," added Mrs. Lascelles, "and all my fault for showing him the way. But I'm afraid there was contributory obstinacy in Captain Clephane, because he simply wouldn't turn back.
"Trevor always is," said Otway; "I should think he's about the best captain we've had here for a long time. He's certainly one of the best centres." "Best there's been since Rivers-Jones," said Clephane. Rivers-Jones was one of those players who mark an epoch. He had been in the team fifteen years ago, and had left Wrykyn to captain Cambridge and play three years in succession for Wales.
He had, in his time, encountered many women with beautiful faces and compelling eyes and alluring voices and charming ways, but with none had they been so blended as in Mrs. Clephane. He did not know a thing as to her history he did not even know whether she was married, a widow, or a divorcée. Whatever she was, he was willing to accept her as genuine until she was proven otherwise.
And France would infinitely prefer the United States to have the letter rather than Germany. It's unfortunate, but it's not as unfortunate as it might be." "You make me feel much, oh, so much better!" Mrs. Clephane replied. "I feared lest my blunder could never be forgiven nor forgotten; and that Madame Durrand would be held responsible and would never again be trusted."
Bob followed the action with raised eyebrows, then flung me the shortest possible affirmative, as he bent once more over the suit-case on the bed. But in a few seconds he looked up. "Anything I can do for you, Clephane?" "That depends where you are going." Bob went on packing with a smile. I guessed where he was going.
You saw his mother, you heard a report, and you volunteered or at least consented to come out and keep an eye on the dear boy, as you say yourself. Am I not more or less right so far, Captain Clephane?" Her tone was frozen honey. "More or less," I admitted ironically. "Of course, I don't know what report that other miserable young man may have carried home with him. I don't want to know.
Clephane was gone. Harleston faced about and surveyed the entire room. Then not content with surveying, he deliberately walked through it, and satisfied himself that Mrs. Clephane was not there nor Madeline Spencer, nor her bald-headed companion. He took a turn up and down the corridor, and up and down again. They were not there. He even walked through the dining-rooms. Nothing!
Clephane, with an exclamation of fear, laid her hand on Harleston's arm. Carpenter was impassive. Harleston suppressed a smile. "Tell them if I can shoot straight, Guy," Mrs. Spencer said pleasantly; "and meanwhile do you all keep your exact distance and position. Speak your piece, Mr. Harleston tell his Excellency if I can shoot." "I am quite ready to assume it without the testimony of Mr.
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