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"But we must do something!" Graham continued, his anger rising as his strength returned. "Why, the place is a perfect den of conspirators! I expect Ferrani himself is in it, and there's that other maitre d'hotel, Jules, and those black beasts, Joseph and Hassan, besides Fischer. My God, they shall pay for this!" Lutchester nodded.
His features remained imperturbable, but the gleam of his white teeth, and a livid little streak under his eyes gave to his usually good-humoured face an utterly altered, almost a malignant expression. Ferrani stepped across and spoke to him for a moment angrily. The man took up his instrument, waved his hand, and the music re-commenced in a subdued note.
Pamela turned to the chief maitre d'hotel, who had now re-joined them. "What an extraordinary breakdown!" she exclaimed. "Is your leader a man of nerves?" "Never have I heard such a thing in all my days," Ferrani assured them fervently. "Joseph is one of the most wonderful performers in the world.
"Queer set out, isn't it? We won't wait a moment longer. Take my sister and Miss Van Teyl in, will you?" he went on, laying his hand on Lutchester's shoulder. "Ferrani will look after you. I'll follow directly." The chief maitre d'hotel advanced to meet them with a gesture of invitation, and led them to a table arranged for five.
She leaned back in her place, apparently tired of the subject, and Ferrani, a little puzzled, made his bow and withdrew. The music was once more in full swing. Their luncheon was served, and Lutchester did his best to entertain his companions. Their eyes, however, every few seconds strayed towards the door. There was no sign of the missing guest.
Fischer, who had just received his hat and cane from the cloakroom attendant, stood watching her. Pamela, after a brief conversation with her friends, once more left the restaurant. In the lobby she called Ferrani to her. "Has Mr. Fischer gone, Ferrani?" she asked. "Not two minutes ago," the man replied. "You wish to speak to him? I can stop him even now." She shook her head.
Captain Holderness and Ferrani had entered the room and were approaching their table, talking earnestly. The latter especially was looking perplexed and anxious. "It's the queerest thing I ever knew," Holderness pronounced. "We've searched every hole and corner upstairs, and there isn't a sign of Sandy." "Have you tried the bar?" Lutchester inquired.
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