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"There is a telephone in her room," the detective continued, without removing his eyes from my face. "We understand from the hall-porter that a message was received by her soon after her arrival." "Very likely," I answered. "I should suggest that you go and interview Miss Delora. She will probably tell you all about it." They were both silent. I felt quite certain that they had already done so.
I do not know what name he would give, but it would probably not be the name of Delora. He is rather tall, pale, thin, and of distinctly foreign appearance. He has black eyes, black imperial, and looks like a South American, which, by the bye, I think he is. Does that description help you to recognize him?" "I think so, sir," the man answered.
"What manner of a swindle is this," I asked, "In which you, Louis, poor Bartot, the Chinese ambassador, and Heaven knows how many more, are concerned?" "You are an ignorant person to use such words!" Delora replied. "Tell me, at least," I begged, "whether your niece is implicated in this?" "Why do you ask?" Delora exclaimed. "Because I want to marry her," I answered.
I walked at once up to the window of their car and knocked at it. Delora leaned forward and recognized me at once. His face, for a moment, seemed dark with anger. He let down the sash. "What does this mean?" he asked. "Have you forgotten our bargain?" I laughed a little shortly. "My dear sir," I said, "it is not I who have come to see you, but you to see me.
Delora, through a horn-rimmed eyeglass, studied the menu. Felicia, drawing off her gloves, looked a little wearily out into the busy courtyard. So they were sitting when the thing happened which Lamartine, I believe, had expected, but which, for me, was the most wonderful thing that had yet come to pass amongst this tangle of strange circumstances!
I shook my head. "No, thanks!" I answered. "I am afraid there is nothing more to be learned." The porter went back to his duties, and I bade the clerk good night. Up in my room Fritz was waiting anxiously. "You were right and wrong," I announced. "Mr. Delora has been staying here and left to-night." "He has gone!" Fritz exclaimed. "He left at eleven o'clock," I answered.
"I am not afraid of that," I answered. "What really bothers me is that I am up against a problem which seems insoluble. Frankly, I don't believe a snap of the fingers in Delora. No man, however secret or important his business might be, would descend to such subterfuges. The only point in his favor is that this dodging about may be all due to political reasons.
"It is rather a curious thing, sir," he said, "but there seem to be a good many people who are wanting to see Mr. Delora. We have had at least a dozen inquiries for him during the last few days, and all from people who refuse to leave their names." I nodded. "Business friends, perhaps," I remarked. "Mr. Delora comes over to keep friends with his connections here, I suppose."
I might be ending my days, for all I knew, on behalf of a gang of swindlers! "Louis," I said, "it would make me much more comfortable if you could be a little more candid. You might tell me in plain words what these men want from Delora. How am I to know that he is not the thief, and these others are seeking only their own?" Louis was silent for a moment.
What she had told me, even, seemed almost to preclude the fear of any wrong-doing. Yet I could not escape from the conviction of it. Some way or other there was trouble brewing, either between Delora and Louis, or Delora and the arbiters of right and wrong. In the end I wrote to no one.
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