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"I'll get you to sign it now and we need not detain you any longer." "There is not the slightest doubt," said Dr. Cumberly, stepping forward and speaking in an unusually harsh voice, "that Helen endeavored to track this man Gianapolis, and was abducted by him or his associates. The limousine was the car of which we have heard so much"...
Helen Cumberly and Denise Ryland peered from the window of the former's room into the dusk of the Square, until their eyes ached with the strain of an exercise so unnatural. "I tell you," said Denise with emphasis, "that... sooner or later... he will come prowling... around. The mere fact that he did not appear... last night... counts for nothing.
Instinctively and immediately she liked Helen Cumberly; and Helen felt that this strong-looking, vaguely masculine woman, was an old, intimate friend, although she had never before set eyes upon her. "H'm!" said Miss Ryland. She seated herself in an armchair. "Had of me from Mira?" asked Helen. "Yes... from Mrs. Leroux." "How delightful it must be for you to have her with you so often!
"Ah!" interrupted Max, shaking his finger at the physician, "you are coming to the point upon which you disagreed with the divisional surgeon! Now, it is an important point. You are of opinion that the injection in Mrs. Vernon's shoulder which could not have been self-administered"... "She was not addicted to the use of the needle," interrupted Cumberly; "she was an opium SMOKER."
At twenty-five minutes to eleven, Helen Cumberly came running down the steps of the hotel and hurried toward the Strand. Like a shadow, Gianapolis, throwing away a half-smoked cigarette, glided around the corner, paused and so timed his return that he literally ran into the girl as she entered the main thoroughfare. He started back. "Why!" he cried, "Miss Cumberly!"
He crossed the lobby, opened the outer door, and departed. "Now, Mr. Leroux," resumed Dunbar, "about this matter of your wife's absence." Whilst Henry Leroux collected his thoughts, Dr. Cumberly glanced across at the writing-table where lay the fragment of paper which had been clutched in the dead woman's hand, then turned his head again toward the inspector, staring at him curiously.
Without touching the recumbent form upon the chesterfield, without seeking to learn, without daring to learn, if she lived or had died, Leroux, the tempo of his life changed to a breathless gallop, rushed out of the study, across the entrance hail, and, throwing wide the flat door, leapt up the stair to the flat above that of his old friend, Dr. Cumberly.
A very puzzled newspaperman joined them, bending and whispering to Helen Cumberly: "Are you going to notice the thing seriously? Personally, I am writing it up as a practical joke! We are giving him half a column Lord knows what for! but I can't see how to handle it except as funny stuff."
Helen Cumberly absorbed his entire attention; in everything he sought to claim her interest; and when, ere taking their departure, the girl and her friend walked around the studio to view the other pictures, Gianapolis was the attendant cavalier, and so well as one might judge, in his case, his glance rarely strayed from the piquant beauty of Helen.
"And what did you find?" asked Dr. Cumberly, eagerly. "We found this establishment elaborately fitted, and the whole of the fittings were American. Eh bien! This confirmed me in my belief that the establishment was a branch of the wealthy concern I have mentioned in San Francisco. There was also a branch in New York, apparently.
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