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He was neatly groomed, of a slight figure, tall, and with his eyes, his thin olive face, his small black moustache and clean-cut jaw he made without doubt an effective and arresting figure. "Now turn your head," said Hardiman, "the other way, and notice the big, fair man in the back row of the stalls.
Not infrequently I am put in charge of cases which are of small importance and might well be left to a less experienced man. I thought the mystery of Daniel Hardiman was such a case. I even went further and imagined that it was given to me because I was a bit under a cloud over the Parrish affair.
"Luttrell! Luttrell!" Sir Charles Hardiman stood in the corridor of his steam yacht and bawled the name through a closed door. But no answer was returned from the other side of the door. He turned the handle and went in. The night was falling, but the cabin windows looked towards the north and the room was full of light and of a low and pleasant music.
Here Stella Croyle is with us and she can't get away. You can." Luttrell was not satisfied. His grey eyes and thin, clean features were troubled like those of a man in physical pain. "You don't know the strange, queer tie between Stella Croyle and me," he said. "And I can't tell you it." Hardiman grew anxious. Luttrell had the look of a man overtrained, and it was worry which had overtrained him.
Luttrell pushed the telegram towards his host. "Read it! I have got to make up my mind and now before we start." Hardiman read the telegram. It was addressed to Captain Harry Luttrell, Yacht The Dragonfly, Stockholm, and it was sent from Cairo by the Adjutant-General of the Egyptian Army. "I can make room for you, but you must apply immediately to be transferred."
Men go to the confessional with a reservation; the secret chamber where they keep their sacred vessels, their real truths and inspirations, as also their most scarlet sins that shall be opened to no one after early youth is past unless it be rarely to one woman. There was another reason at work in Harry Luttrell, but Sir Charles Hardiman was never to know it.
However, Millie Splay's awake to the danger now." "Danger!" Hillyard sharply exclaimed. "Quite right. It's too strong a word. I take it back," Hardiman agreed at once. But he was not in the habit of using words wildly. He had said exactly what he meant to say, and having aroused the attention which he meant to arouse, he calmly withdrew the word.
Over that list Commodore Graham spent a great deal of time. In the end his finger rested on the name of the steam-yacht Dragonfly, owned by Sir Charles Hardiman, Baronet. Goodwood in the year nineteen hundred and fourteen!
There was speculation upon the promenade deck and in the smoking-room; the gossip was a pleasant interlude in the monotony of a long voyage. At the end of a week, however, Mr. Hardiman no longer stayed in his cabin.
He is engaged in some sort of business, frequents some sort of society into which he is invited by the women, and he is not very popular amongst men. He belongs, however, to some sort of club. That is all I know about him. One would think he had guessed we were speaking of him," Hardiman added.
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