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He kept his face hidden during the luggage strapping process, and professed not to be aware of Cynthia's presence until she bade him a cheery "Good-morning." Of course, Marigny was there, and Mrs. Devar gushed loudly for the benefit of the other people while settling herself comfortably in the tonneau. "It was awfully devey of you, Count Edouard, to enliven our first evening away from town.
Curtis," he said, "we must risk something, but I think I can make you up sufficiently to escape recognition, not so much by the Count as by others who may attend that supper party. You come, too, Mr. Devar. There is safety in numbers." With a deftness that was worthy of a theatrical costumier, the detectives converted themselves and the two young men into ship's firemen.
Devar to boiling-point. Cynthia more than once hinted that, if tired, she might wait for them in the lowermost court, where a fine tree spread its shade over some benches, but the older woman persisted in visiting every dungeon and scrambling up every broken stair.
Schmidt looked up at the ceiling as though his eyes might discern a trap-door. "Is Mr. Curtis there now?" "No, sir." "Where is he?" "He went out with a Mr. Devar." "Oh! Do you know where he went to?" Krantz was tempted to prevaricate, but Schmidt was a power in the Central Hotel. "I believe, sir, he is at the Plaza." "A large hotel, near Central Park, is it not?" demanded the Earl eagerly.
"I don't see how something of the sort is to be avoided," said Steingall. "Then, in common fairness, the newspapers ought to state that my wife and I, as well as Mr. Devar, as good as told the Earl that he was lying." "I imagine you can leave the matter safely in the very capable hands of the reporters present," said Steingall.
"I would not be happy if I failed to look up our route on the map. More than that, I note the name of each river we cross and try to identify every range of hills. You must test me and count my mistakes." Mrs. Devar spread her hands in a gesture copied from her French acquaintances. "My dear, I am the most ignorant person geographically.
"Start right in, then, and take an honors course, for behold in me a map and a book and a high-grade society index for the whole blessed little island of Manhattan." "Thank you. What is that slender, column-like structure to the left of the Singer Building?" Devar gazed hard at the graceful tower indicated by his friend; then he laughed. "Oh, you're uncanny, that's what you are," he said.
"I shall not go home now," said Steingall, bidding farewell to his allies when Martiny had been formally identified and charged. "I must get this thing thoroughly straightened out before morning, though the inquest and police court proceedings will be mere adjournments. Good-night, Mr. Devar. Good-night, Mr. Curtis. Once more, thank you.
Devar was vaguely conscious, and perhaps slightly resentful, of this compelling quality in his new-found crony. Oft-times it had quelled him for an instant during some stubbornly contested argument, though he raged at himself just as often for yielding to it, as if, forsooth, he were one of those patient, animal-like, Chinese coolies of whose courage and endurance Curtis spoke so admiringly.
Devar aired her class conventions, and the older woman had the tact to agree with a careless nod. Nevertheless, had Cynthia Vanrenen known how strictly accurate was her comment she would have been the most astounded girl in London at that minute. The Viscountcy, of course, was nothing more than a courtesy title; in the cold eye of the law, Medenham's full legal name was that which Mrs.
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