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If I could see your brother " "Then why not come and see him now?" Vera said. "You will have to meet sooner or later, and there could be no better opportunity for an explanation." To Le Fenu and Evors smoking in the dining-room came Vera and Venner. Le Fenu looked up with a sort of mild surprise and perhaps just a suspicion of mistrust in his eyes. "Whom have we here, Vera?" he said. "This is Mr.
Bad as you are, the terrible fate which is yours moves me to a kind of pity." Le Fenu paused and glanced significantly at Fenwick's maimed hand. The latter had nothing more to say; all his swaggering assurance had left him he sat huddled up in his chair, a picture of abject terror and misery. "You can help me if you will," he said hoarsely. "You are speaking of Zary.
And now sit down though you are not fit to take a chair in the company of any honest men." "In my own house," Fenwick began feebly, "you are " "We will overlook that," Le Fenu went on. "It is our turn now, and I don't think you will find our conditions too harsh.
It was as Venner had anticipated, for presently Le Fenu and Evors entered a cab and gave the driver directions to take them as far as Merton Grange. Venner made up his mind that he could do no better than follow their example. The cab stopped at length outside the lodge gates, where Evors and Le Fenu alighted, and walked slowly up the drive.
"Now, on this particular farm there dwelt a Dutchman, who, I believe, was called Van Fort. Whether or not Le Fenu partially disclosed his secret in his delirium, will never actually be known.
But all this was more or less in the air, though there was a great deal to be said for the conclusion at which the two friends had arrived. "I work it out like this," Venner said, after a long, thoughtful pause. "You know all about the Four Finger Mine; you know exactly what happened to the Dutchman Van Fort after the murder of Le Fenu.
Most men in his position would have gathered together a band of workers, and simply exploited the mine for all it was worth. However, this man, Le Fenu, did nothing of the kind. He kept his discovery an absolute secret, and what mining was to be done, he did himself. I understand that he was a man of fine physique, and that his disposition was absolutely fearless.
You see, he lives abroad." "Can't you give us his address," Venner asked, "and let us write to him direct? It would save time." "That I fear is equally impossible," the agent explained. "My client wanders about from place to place, and I haven't the remotest idea where to find him. However, I'll do my best." "You might tell us his name," Venner said. "Certainly. His name is Mr. Le Fenu."
That he would do anything for a Le Fenu she knew full well, and all this in return for some little kindness which her father had afforded one or two of the now almost extinct tribe from which had come the secret of the Four Finger Mine. And Zary was absolutely the last of his race. There would be none to follow him.
Le Fenu suggested that the difficulty could be easily overcome by the use of Fenwick's motor, which, fortunately, the detectives had brought back with them when they came in search of the culprit. It was an easy matter to rig Fenwick up in something suggestive of a feminine garb and smuggle him out into the grounds, and thence to the stable, where the motor was waiting.
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