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The elder stared, took a golden box out of his waistcoat pocket, opened it, tapped it, and helped himself to a pinch of snuff. The habit explained his somewhat misshapen nose. It was tobacco, not alcohol, that lent its exaggerated lustre and hypertrophied outline to that organ. "I hate changing my itinerary, once made," replied Mr. Ganns. "I'm the most orderly cuss on earth.
Three big men in plain clothes had these remarks translated to them by the fourth, who was a chief of police. Then Ernesto went into the garden, the officers took their stations, and Mr. Ganns, indicating a chair to Jenny, himself occupied another within reach of her. Once she had tried to leave the room, but Peter forbade it.
I am entirely mystified and shall be glad indeed to know this horror with which I am threatened may be removed. Only my absolute trust in you, dear Peter, has prevented me from becoming distracted." At the villa Brendon left them and Jenny welcomed her uncle. The girl begged Mark to come in for a while before returning; but it was late and Mr. Ganns declared that everybody must retire.
"I've heard about you and I've taken off my hat to you more than once during the war. You might know me, too." "Everybody in our business knows you, Mr. Ganns. But I've not come hero-worshipping to waste your time.
Redmayne, his niece, and Giuseppe Doria; and while Albert, Italian fashion, embraced Mr. Ganns and planted a kiss upon his cheek, Jenny greeted Mark Brendon and he looked once more into her eyes. There had come new experiences to her and they did not fail of the man's observation.
Nothing else rewarded the search; but Giuseppe was full of theories and Brendon, occupied with his own thoughts, allowed him to chatter without interruption. For his part he felt doubtful whether any further apparition of Robert Redmayne might be expected. This failure would probably put a period to his activity for a time. Mark determined to take no action until Mr. Ganns came back to Menaggio.
"He's not a very impressive object, so far as this case is concerned, Mr. Ganns." "He is not," admitted Peter genially. "Quite the reverse, in fact. And his poor showing has puzzled Mr. Brendon a good bit, and some of his superior officers also. So let us examine the situation from that angle before we get up against the problem itself."
Again she hesitated and gazed intently upon him. "Are you sure that you are wise? Would Mr. Ganns like you to tell Doria anything?" "You will judge better when you have heard me."
"I don't understand you, Ganns." "You wouldn't not yet. But we'll change the metaphor. We'll say there was a red herring drawn across the trail, and that you took the bait and, having started right enough, presently forsook the right scent for the wrong." "Puzzle to find the red herring," said Mark. Mr. Ganns smiled. "I think I've found it," he replied. "But on the other hand, perhaps I haven't.
But your encyclopedia began at the letter 'B, instead of the letter 'A. We'll turn to that in a minute." "My facts, such as they were, cannot be denied," argued Brendon, a little aggrieved. "They are cast-iron. My eyes and observation are trained to be exact and jealous of facts. No amount of synthesis can prevent two and one from being three, Ganns."
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