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Then, when a few moments later I had drunk it, I wished the barman good night and went out. Reëntering the car, I drove out of the village towards Guildford, and there waited expectantly. In ten minutes he came out of the darkness. "Mr. Hargreave?" he asked, and, after replying, I invited him inside the car, whereupon he at once recognized Madame in the half-light.
For some reason, why, I knew not, the plot had failed! I dared not go to the compartment of either of my companions, so after sitting up a further half-hour I crept back to my sleeping-berth feeling very drowsy, and turning in, slept heavily. I was awakened by a loud hammering upon my door, and an excited voice outside calling: "Mr. Hargreave! Mr. Hargreave!"
It is good sport. You, George, are a sportsman, as I am. And from one sport we both derive a good deal of fun." "And the victim of our fun, as you term it, is to be old Mr. Lloyd!" I remarked, looking him straight in his face. But he only laughed, and said: "Don't be a fool. You are a most excellent fellow, Hargreave, except when you get these little fits of squeamishness."
It was Deinhard I had heard in conversation with Rayne at Overstow Hall! He stood stock-still, staring at me. "Why, Hargreave!" he exclaimed at last. "What in the world are you doing here?" "I am Mr. Rayne's chauffeur and general servant now, captain," I replied. "Mr. Rayne told me to inquire on my arrival here for Monsieur Duperré and hand him that suit-case," and I pointed to it.
Therefore, believing that the electric light had been inadvertently left on, I opened the door, when I had a great surprise. Rayne was seated in an arm-chair chatting with Madame Martoz, while on a settee near the window sat Madame Duperré. All three started up as I entered, but a word of apology instantly rose to my lips, and Rayne said: "That's all right, Hargreave.
He glanced quickly at the door, to make sure that it was shut, then, looking at me oddly, he said in a low voice: "I am Duperré, Hargreave. You must forget that my name was ever anything else I got myself into trouble in the Army, you remember and you must forget that too and that we have ever met before. So you are his new chauffeur, eh?" he went on, now talking naturally.
The lady's allusions to her past and her refusal to take her husband into her confidence both pointed in that direction. I therefore cabled to my friend, Wilson Hargreave, of the New York Police Bureau, who has more than once made use of my knowledge of London crime. I asked him whether the name of Abe Slaney was known to him.
"Probably my secretary, Hargreave, will have to go to Madrid upon business for me. I have some interest in a tramway company at Salamanca. So you may possibly meet." "I hope we do, Mr. Hargreave," said the old gentleman, turning to me warmly. "I shall certainly take your advice and try Madrid for a few weeks." "Yes, do. You'll like it, I'm sure," his host assured him, and then we drove away.
He will give you a receipt, which you will bring back to me here at once, coming then by the ordinary route. You won't go by train to-day to Newcastle; you will drive yourself there in the Fiat. Paul will go with you and drive the car back." He went on to give me one or two minor instructions, and then ended: "That's all, Hargreave."
"I cannot see the reason for all this inquiry, Mr. Hargreave," she said one evening, as we were walking by the moonlit sea after we had dined and Madame had retired. "Why should father wish you to watch the Marchesa so narrowly? How can she concern him? They are strangers." I was silent for a few seconds. "Your father's business is a confidential one, no doubt.
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