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Madame replaced the valuable feathers in her hat, and when we arrived at Fontainebleau we drove at once to the Hôtel de France, opposite the palace, where we took an excellent déjeuner in a private room. And before we left, Duperré had disposed of Lady Norah's jewels at a very respectable figure, which the sly old receiver paid over in thousand-franc notes.
"You neither forget me nor my name, Luigi Gori, for you have much cause to remember it you and your friend Stevenson, otherwise Duperré." Rayne turned furiously upon his visitor, and said: "I am in no mood to discuss anything with you. So get out! You wished to see me privately, and I have granted you this interview. I don't know your name or your business, nor do I want to know them!
Late one evening Duperré returned unexpectedly in a hired car from Thirsk. We had finished dinner, and I chanced to be with Rayne in the library, yet longing to get to the old-fashioned drawing-room with its sweet odor of potpourri, where Lola was, I knew, sitting immersed in the latest novel. "Hallo, Vincent!
The Dey's two best horses were not worth 30l. each. Duperre he thought a man willing to do all, but quite overpowered by the management of 100 ships of war and 500 transports. His reports are all lies. Bourmont's are nearest the truth. The ships, with the exception of those which were in the Levant, were not in good order. There seemed to be no discipline.
My visitor looked me very straight in the face with his searching eyes, and after a moment's pause, asked: "Is that really your decision? Am I to report that to Duperré that you refuse?" "If you want to steal the woman's pearls why don't you do it yourself?" I suggested. "Because I am not her friend. You have called at her room for her, Hesketh has reported.
Whatever message Rayne had received it was evidently of paramount importance, for when Madame Duperré had left the room and Lola had retired, he turned to me and with a queer look in his eyes, exclaimed: "I expect you'll have to be making some rather rapid journeys soon, George. Better be up early to-morrow. Good night." And then dismissing me, he asked Duperré to go with him to the smoking-room.
I found that a hired car from a garage at Thirsk was awaiting the lady, who, I learned from the young footman, had given her name as Madame Martoz. A quarter of an hour later she drove away without, so far as I could discern, having seen either Duperré or his wife.
He was, of course, an entire stranger to Rudolph and me, and we continued our journey with the victimized millionaire to Cannes, where we were compelled to remain for a week lest our abrupt return should excite anybody's suspicion. Meanwhile, of course, Duperré was already back in London with the spoils.
When we had finished our coffee, Duperré excused himself, saying that he had some letters to write, and suggested that his wife should accompany me for a taxi drive in the Bois.
I feared to tell her what I suspected of the secret visit of that handsome Spanish woman, or of how we had been observed at the Unicorn at Ripon. On that same day Duperré returned. He had been abroad, for when I met him at the station I noticed that his luggage bore fresh labels of the Palace Hotel, at Brussels, and some railway destinations.
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