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Updated: June 17, 2025
No stone should be left unturned to effect the immediate arrest of this man Gianapolis or Ionagis. Why, God almighty! while we are talking here, my daughter"... "Morbleu! who talks of arresting Gianapolis?" inquired the voice of a man who silently had entered the room. All turned their heads; and there in the doorway stood M. Gaston Max. "Thank God you've come!" said Dunbar with sincerity.
Soames, conscious that his course was set and that he must navigate it accordingly, opened the iron gate, passed up the path and entered the house to which he thus had been summoned.... He found himself surrounded by absolute darkness, and the door was closed behind him. "Straight ahead, Soames!" said the familiar voice of Gianapolis out of the darkness.
"It is fairly evident," replied the other slowly, and with a repetition of the weary upraising of his hand to his head, "it is fairly evident that the garage used by the man Gianapolis must be very near to most probably adjoining the entrance to this place of which you speak." "Quite true," agreed the Frenchman. "But these are clever, these people of Mr. King.
She opened the ebony door and darted into the corridor beyond, closing the door behind her. Gianapolis looked about him in a dazed manner, and yet again applied his handkerchief to his stinging eyes.
Gianapolis. In short he believed that the untimely murder of Mrs. Vernon had threatened to direct attention to the commercial enterprise of the Greek, and that he, Soames, had become incorporated in the latter in this accidental fashion. He believed himself to have been employed in a private intrigue during the time that he was at Palace Mansions, and counted it a freak of fate that Mr.
And these were but a few of the golden apples which Mr. Soames permitted to slip through his fingers, so steadfast was he in his belief that Gianapolis would be as good as his word, and make his fortune. Leroux employed no secretary; and his MSS. were typed at his agent's office.
Not another pedestrian was visible in the street, which was very narrow and ill-lighted, but she plainly saw Gianapolis passing under a street-lamp some thirty yards along. Glancing back in quest of the cabman, but failing to perceive him, she resumed the pursuit. She heard the faint thudding of a motor, but did not look back, for she was confident that this was the taxi-man following.
"Follow to Victoria Street Post Office! Pretend to post letters at next box to me and put them in my hand!" He was gone! Soames, dazed at this new state of affairs, followed him at a discreet distance. Gianapolis ran up the Post Office steps briskly, and Soames, immediately afterwards, ascended also furtively. Gianapolis was taking out a number of letters from his pocket.
Soames responded to his companion's radiant smile with a smile of his own by no means so pleasant to look upon. Soames had the type of face which, in repose, might be the face of an honest man; but his smile would have led to his instant arrest on any racecourse in Europe: it was the smile of a pick-pocket. "Now," continued Gianapolis, "here is a quarter's salary in advance."
M. Gaston in turn became confidential, bending toward Gianapolis so that, as the shadow of the Greek fell upon his face, his pupils contracted catlike. "How often have I prayed," he whispered, "for a sight of that remarkable man!" A look of horror, real or simulated, appeared upon the countenance of Gianapolis. "To see Mr. King!" he breathed.
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