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"The truth!" echoed the girl, looking at him with some surprise, though turning just a trifle paler, he thought. "The truth about what?" "About that man James Flockart," was his low, distinct reply. "About him! Why, my dear Walter," she laughed, "whatever do you want to know about him? You know all that I know. We were agreed long ago that he is not a gentleman, weren't we?" "Yes," he said.
He had known Flockart for years as one of his own class. They had first met long ago on board a Castle liner homeward bound from Capetown, where both found themselves playing a crooked game. A friendship begotten of dishonesty had sprung up between them, and in consequence they had thrown in their lot together more than once with considerable financial advantage.
Therefore it must not be allowed. While Walter was abroad all was pretty plain sailing. Lots of the letters she wrote him I secured from the post-box, read them, and afterwards burned them. But now he's back there is a distinct peril. He's a cute young fellow, remember." Flockart smiled. "We must discover a means by which to part them," he said slowly but decisively.
"You tell me all this after you've blundered." "Blundered! How?" he asked, surprised at her demeanour. "What's the use of beating about the bush?" asked her ladyship. "The girl is back at Glencardine. She knows everything, thanks to your foolish self-confidence." "Back at Glencardine!" gasped Flockart. "But she dare not speak. By heaven! if she does then then "
Ah! don't imagine that you and Krail have not been very well watched of late," laughed Hamilton. "Do you allege, then, that Lady Heyburn is privy to all this?" asked the blind man in distress. "It is not for me to judge, sir," was Hamilton's reply. "I know! I know how I have been befooled!" cried the poor helpless man, "befooled because I am blind!" "Not by me, Sir Henry," protested Flockart.
"Recollect what I discovered in Athens, and the extraordinary connection you found in Brussels." "Ah, yes. You mean that clever crowd four men and two women who were working the gambling concession from the Dutch Government!" exclaimed Flockart. "Yes, that was a complete mystery. They sent wires in cipher to Sir Henry at Glencardine.
The marked cordiality of Krail and Flockart that I should take that seat aroused within me some misgivings, although I had never dreamed of this dastardly and cowardly plot against me not until I saw the result of their foul handiwork." "It's a lie! You are trying to implicate Krail and myself! The girl is the only guilty person. She placed the wine there!"
"She's young, therefore of a romantic turn of mind. She's in love, remember, which makes matters much worse for us." "Why?" "Because, being in love, she may become seized with a sentimental fit. This ends generally in a determination of self-sacrifice; and in such case she would tell the truth in defiance of you, and would be heedless of her own danger." Flockart drew a long breath.
"You told me all that when you were down here a month ago," Flockart said impatiently. "You didn't believe me then. You do now, I suppose?" "I've never denied it," Flockart declared, offering the stranger a Russian cigarette from his gold case. "I was completely misled, and by the girl also." "The girl's influence with her father is happily quite at an end," remarked the shabby man.
In Italy we should quickly lay hands on them." "But we have no evidence." "You have no suspicion that any other man may have committed the theft that fellow Flockart, for instance? I don't like him," added the Baron. "He is altogether too friendly with everybody at Glencardine." "I have already made full inquiries. Flockart was in Rome. He only returned to London the day before yesterday. No.
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