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Harleston," she reminded, "play the game! And thank you for a delicious dinner and a charming evening and don't forget you've an appointment at ten." "I had forgotten!" he laughed, drawing out his watch. It was ten minutes of the hour. "Take me to the F Street elevator and then hurry on," said she. "And you will do nothing and go nowhere until tomorrow?" he asked.
"Shall I expect you at eleven, or will you be content to wait until we go to the Department at four?" "I had just finished talking with Mrs. Clephane when you called," Harleston replied imperturbably, then laughed mockingly. "I'll be at the Chateau for you at half-after-three; you can give me the details then. I shall be delighted, Madeline, to compare your details with hers."
"Telephone, sir," said he, giving Harleston the call slip. "Will you excuse me a moment, Mrs. Clephane?" Harleston asked, and hurried out conscious all the while that Madeline Spencer and her companion were watching him. "This is Police Headquarters, Mr. Harleston," came the voice over the wire. "Major Ranleigh wants to know if you will meet him at his office at ten o'clock tonight.
The Ambassador smiled and shook his head. "I think you need not worry," he replied. "And I'm perfectly sure, your Excellency, that if the United States is neither directly or indirectly concerned in the matter of the letter, and if you were to submit a translation of the letter to prove it, Mr. Harleston will deliver to you the original." "Did Monsieur Harleston tell you so?" the Marquis smiled.
Her maid answered with the information that Mrs. Clephane had been out since five o'clock and had not yet returned. Harleston thanked her, hung up the receiver, and turned to Banks. "I have reason to believe that Mrs. Clephane, who is a guest of the hotel, has disappeared. I was talking to her in the red-room at about 6:30, when I was called to the telephone.
"Then, since we're on the personal equation, the difference is where?" He threw up his hands and laughed to avoid the obvious answer, an answer which she knew, and knew he wished to avoid. "The difference is where?" she repeated. "I shall let you judge if there is a difference, and if there is, what it is," he replied. "I wish to know your mind, Mr. Harleston I already know my own."
At that moment a woman and a man entered the room from the corridor by the middle door, and crossed to a divan in the corner farthest from Mrs. Clephane and Harleston. The former had her back to them; Harleston was facing their way and saw them. The man was middle-aged, bald, and somewhat stout and Harleston recognized one of his visitors of the early morning.
"The letter is easy to conceal," was the reply, "and the safe yonder is an impasse without your assistance." "The safe is not locked," Harleston remarked. "I think I neglected to turn the knob. If you will " "Don't disturb yourself, I pray," was the quick reply, the revolver glinting in his hand; "we will gladly relieve you of the trouble."
As her eyes came down they rested on the other woman. She gave a subdued exclamation, arose and threaded her way to the opposite side of the corridor. Harleston, glancing back, saw the move, and swinging over he followed. He would speak to her meanwhile, he was looking at her.
"No, oh, no! I only thought that " " in this one instance diplomats would trust each other?" he interjected. "Alas, no! Monsieur Harleston would only assume the translation to be false and given for the sole purpose of deception. I should assume exactly the same, were our positions reversed." "Couldn't you prove your translation by giving him the key to the cipher?" she asked.
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