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Hambledon's parlour here are huge glasses at either end; whenever you look into them you see a never-ending chain of rooms with yourself standing in the middle, vanishing in the distance, every one the same, with the same person in the middle, only a little smaller, a little more insignificant, a little darker, till it all becomes nothing. It always reminds me of life's prospects in the convent.
"You will meet Señor Rivero eh?" "Certainly," I said. "Then I wish the pair of you the good fortune of arresting the assassin Despujol," he said as we shook hands and parted. I drove at once to Hambledon's hotel, where I found that he had just retired to bed. As he stood in his pyjamas, surprised at my unexpected visit at that hour, I told him what I had arranged.
De Gex sent a wire early this morning and then, on receipt of a reply, they hired a car and drove out to keep the appointment." "Chamartin was a Spanish financier. De Gex is one of international fame a millionaire," I remarked. "The wits of De Gex are perhaps pitted against the widow and the executors of the dead man. Don't you agree?" "Entirely," was Hambledon's reply.
One of the servants, whom some of Hambledon's men had seized for the sake of information, on being threatened with the torture, confessed to Heselrigge, that not only Sir William Wallace was in the house when it was attacked, but that the person whom he had rescued in the streets of Lanark, and who proved to be a wealthy nobleman, was there also.
De Gex was in fear of us, and had resorted to that ruse in order to keep himself posted upon Hambledon's movements! Truly the situation was daily growing more complicated! "Surely such a well-known man as Mr. De Gex a man who is noted not only for his immense wealth, but for his generous contributions to charity could not have enemies?" I remarked.
Hambledon's chaperonage, in the Company of a dozen of the highest in rank here, on an expedition to Clifton; the while my demure Madeleine spends the day at the house of her dear friend Lady Maria Harewood, whither, I only learnt upon her return at ten o'clock under his escort, Captain Jack in my days that sort of captain would have been strongly suspected, of having a shade too much of the Heath or the London Road about him had likewise been convened.
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