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About noon I strolled with Rayne out along the wide terrace which ran in front of the house overlooking the great park, whereupon he said: "We'll leave here to-morrow, Hargreave. Duperré is at Overstow. Write to him this afternoon and tell him to send me a wire recalling me immediately upon urgent business." "We've finished here, eh?" I asked meaningly.
It would be delightful, dad!" she cried. "Can we go? When?" "Quite soon," he replied. "I want Hargreave to go on a mission for me and you can both go with him. It would be a change for you all." "Delightful!" exclaimed the well-preserved Madame Duperré. "Won't it be fun, Lola?"
By that means Martyn's finger-prints were left upon the safe door. Duperré had previously taken out Martyn, whom one of his friends, a woman, had drugged, so that he lay in that furnished house near Maldon for two days unconscious. Hence he was unable to give any accurate account of his movements on the night in question, or prove an alibi, and was, in consequence, convicted.
"Why in the name of Fate did the old fool bring her here?" he exclaimed. "I thought he would come alone!" "She's quite a nice girl," I remarked. "Full of high spirits and vitality." But Duperré only grunted, and I saw by the expression of his face that he was far from pleased that the old man was not alone. "I don't want to be introduced yet," he said.
Duperré laid down his cigarette-end in the tray, and said: "Well, look here, George. What you must do is this. You will write to old Lloyd at the Reform Club to-morrow and tell him that you are leaving for Madrid on Tuesday week upon important business for our friend Rayne.
She wore a pretty but very simple dance-frock of flame-colored ninon, in which I had seen her at the Carlton on the night when I set out to meet the man Tarrant and was so nearly caught. I had given her a cigarette, and we were smoking together cosily Duperré and his wife being somewhere in the great old house.
He would certainly never risk a long stay in that house, for the stout, bald-headed man had, I knew, no wish to come face to face with Benton or any other officer of the C.I.D. Certainly something sinister and important was intended. On calling at Half Moon Street, after having breakfasted, I found Duperré there.
The Princess was at the door, and welcomed me most affectionately, and with her were the other guests: the handsome Duchess d'Ossuna, Count Zichy, Count Kevenhueller, Count Fitz-James, and Commandant Duperre.
Yet the thin-faced valet who had brought up my early cup of tea when we had stayed at Bradbourne continually hovered about his master. Later, as the express was tearing on at increased speed, Mr. Blumenfeld retired to his compartment, with his wife sleeping in the adjoining one, and within half an hour Rayne beckoned me into his compartment at the farther end, where we were joined by Duperré.
I hated myself for falling into the trap which Rayne, the crafty organizer of the gang, had so cleverly laid for me. Yet was I not in the hands of the police? But the main question in my mind was the whereabouts of that little pile of gems. Next day we were taken publicly before another magistrate and defended by a clever lawyer whom Duperré had engaged.
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