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"Won't you give me a line on his Excellency, Guy?" she asked. "Is he easy, or difficult, or neither?" "I may not betray the weak points of my chief!" Harleston smiled. "Moreover, here we are," as the taxi came to a stop on the Seventeenth Street side of an atrociously ugly, and miserably inadequate building that partially houses three Departments of the great American Government.
"I'm mighty much obliged, old man," Harleston responded. "You did me a great service by taking them I'll tell you about it later." "Hump!" grunted Stuart. "I hope you'll come around to tell me at a more seasonable hour. So long!" Harleston closed the door, and was half-way across the living-room when there came another knock.
Bowdoin had ever had a slight feeling of remorse since he had seen nipped in the bud that affair with young Harleston. He did not approve of the present match. Yet he fancied the bridegroom might be a safer spouse with a regular occupation and a coat more threadbare than he habitually wore.
"At Chartrands?" "No, in Union Station." "It's a long way to go," Marston observed. "So I intimated, but without avail." "Is he afraid?" "No, only inexperienced in deception and over cautious. Moreover, it is a serious business." "Particularly since Harleston is on the trail?" Marston added. Mrs. Spencer nodded again. "We'll pray that he does not uncover the matter until we are up and away."
They all were dependent on the translation of the letter; if it did not show that the United States was concerned in the matter, the rest became merely of academic interest and Harleston had little inclination and no time for things academic. The difficulty was, that until the key to the cipher was found nothing was academic which appeared to have any bearing on the affair.
"You're very welcome to look elsewhere and anywhere," Harleston interjected. "I'll trust you not to pry into matters other than the letter. By the way, whose was the letter?" "His Majesty of Abyssinia!" was the answer. "Taken by wireless, I presume." "Exactly!" "Then, why so much bother, my friend?" Harleston asked. "If you do not find it, you can get others by the same quick route."
"If it were not for spoiling the devil's handiwork, my fine friend, I'd smash your face," Harleston remarked. "Smash it!" the other panted. "I'll promise to smash yours at the first opportunity." "Which latter smashing won't be until some years later," Harleston retorted, as he turned Crenshaw over.
"Does the driver know we're behind him?" "I've signalled, sir, and he's answered." "Maintain the distance," Harleston directed. "Yes sir," said the man. Keeping about a hundred yards apart the two cars sped down the hill and around Dupont Circle to Massachusetts Avenue, thence by it and Sixteenth Street to H. The one in the lead continued on toward Fourteenth.
Clephane and Harleston as he passed, and went out. "Will Mr. Carpenter be at the finish?" Mrs. Clephane asked. "Probably; but he'll be in the lobby when we go through." "They are going!" she whispered. "And they're coming this way." As Mrs. Spencer and Snodgrass went by, the former with an intimate little look at Harleston, said confidentially: "I'll be ready at half-past three, Guy."
But it was double-locked on the inside and the key was missing. He whirled just in time to see the last of the mixed trio disappear into the drawing-room, and the door snap shut behind them. He sped across and flung himself against it it was locked. Meanwhile the pounding on the corridor door went on. "Try another door!" Harleston shouted.
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