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One of these the man known as Sam attacked in a methodical way with a short steel jimmy, and in a few moments he had noiselessly opened it, and while somebody showed a torch, we all entered what was, I found, a long and luxurious drawing-room. "Mr. Hargreave! You remain here!" said the girl Cranston, who now assumed the leadership. "If occasion arises don't hesitate to use your torch.
"Ah! a mysterious business!" she exclaimed in a strange meaning voice. "Sometimes, Mr. Hargreave sometimes I feel that it is not altogether an honest business." "Many brilliant pieces of business savor of dishonesty," I remarked.
She knew Paris well, it seemed, and was communicative over everything except concerning Rudolph Rayne. When I put some questions to her regarding my new employer, she simply replied: "We never discuss him, Mr. Hargreave. It is one of his rules that those who are his friends, as we are, preserve the strictest silence.
About noon I strolled with Rayne out along the wide terrace which ran in front of the house overlooking the great park, whereupon he said: "We'll leave here to-morrow, Hargreave. Duperré is at Overstow. Write to him this afternoon and tell him to send me a wire recalling me immediately upon urgent business." "We've finished here, eh?" I asked meaningly.
Then, lowering his voice suddenly to a whisper, he added: "I want you to be very nice to Mrs. Blumenfeld, Hargreave. Unfortunately Lola seems to have taken a violent dislike to her. Why, I don't know. So do your best to remedy what may result in a contretemps." Then again he spoke in his usual voice, and wishing me good night left the room.
Just as midnight struck the handle of the door slowly turned and a well-dressed, dark-mustached man of about thirty-five entered silently and bowed. "Mr. Hargreave?" he asked with a foreign accent. "Or is it Cottingham?" "Which you please," I replied in a low voice, laughing.
Why, I thought you were still in Aix-les-Bains!" cried Rayne, much surprised, and yet a trifle excited, which was quite unusual for him. "There's a nasty little hitch!" replied the other, still in his heavy traveling coat. Then, turning to me, he said: "Hargreave, old chap, will you leave for a moment or two? I want to speak to Rudolph." "Of course," I said.
That, I regret, is quite true. When I, George Hargreave, came out of the Army after the Armistice, I found myself, like many hundreds of other ex-officers, completely at a loose end, without a shilling in the world over and above the gratuity of between two and three hundred pounds to which my period of commissioned service entitled me.
"Moody sentenced!" I gasped. "Why, he was one of Duperré's most intimate friends. I've met them together often," I remarked, and then the conversation dropped, and we sat silent for a full quarter of an hour. "I'm longing to get back to Overstow, Mr. Hargreave," the girl went on presently. "I feel that ere long Mrs.
"I have been forced against my will into robbing you, as I will explain." Back in her bedroom she assumed a very serious attitude. She invited me to sit down, after I had handed back her jewel-case, and then, also seating herself in an arm-chair, she said in determination: "Now look here, George Hargreave ... you see, I know your real name. I know your game.
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