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"And a rather neat trap, wasn't it we're very much pleased with it." "You'll not be pleased with what it produces," Harleston smiled. "It has produced you," the other mocked; "that's quite some production, don't you think?
"From a man who was one of his intimates, and has reformed; and from having myself been in the aviation field the day of the tragedy." "You heard Clephane's remark?" "I did." "Hum!" said Harleston slowly. "A man of Clephane's habits will accuse anyone of anything at certain times. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't blame Mrs. Clephane, nor any other woman, for chucking such a husband out of the boat.
Most of them were, among them Harley, though the family blood had made him choose the naval branch. Commander Harleston Bowdoin was back on a furlough won him by a gunshot wound: and it was he who asked about old Jamie most anxiously. "You feel sure that he was going to Havana?" said he over the family breakfast table.
"Anything you would tell would be well worth any diplomat's hearing," said he; "only I shall always prefer to be the diplomat on duty when you are doing the telling!" "That's deliciously nice, Mr. Harleston; I " "Where are you now?" he demanded. "At the Chateau in my apartment. Anything more?" "Nothing; except to pray you to be prudent and not do it again." "I'll promise until I see you."
"Why don't you get in communication with your friend Madame Durrand," Harleston suggested "and have her, if she hasn't done so already, identify you to the Marquis?" "I shall, if the Marquis is sceptical. I'll admit that I'm pitiably foolish, but I don't want Mrs. Durrand to know how I've bungled her matter until the bungle is corrected." "I can quite understand," said Harleston gently.
About half of the guests are personally known to the hotel; they are either permanent guests or have been coming here for a long time. However, pick out any that you suspect and we'll try to find a way to get into their rooms. We are always at the service of the government, particularly the State Department." Harleston ran his eyes over the diagram, searching for Madeline Spencer.
Madeline Spencer mocked. "Nothing whatever except a few nervous moments." "Try it, Mr. Secretary, and find out!" she laughed across the levelled revolver. "Train your gun on Mr. Harleston and test him," the Secretary suggested, attempting to be facetious and failing. Mrs. Spencer might be, probably was, bluffing but he did not propose to be the one to call it; the result was quite too uncertain.
"You must have had some difficulty in keeping track of yourself," Harleston remarked, as he made a note of the names. Then he returned the bills and the cards to the book, and put it back in Crenshaw's pocket. "It's unwise to carry so much money about you," he remarked; "it induces spending, as well as provokes attack." "What's that to you?" replied Crenshaw angrily.
A moment later, with the honk of a horn, a yellow taxi rounded the corner and bore his way. He raised his stick to the driver, in event of him being free and stepped out from the sidewalk. The man shook his head in negation and the machine flashed by leaving Harleston staring after it with a somewhat surprised and very much puzzled frown. Madeline Spencer was in the taxi alone.
"Somewhat unexpected, isn't it?" Harleston asked. "To whom you, her, or myself?" Mrs. Spencer inquired. "To you." "Not at all. I'm never surprised at anything!" Then just a trace of derision came into her face. "Won't you present me, Mr. Harleston?" "Certainly, I will," he responded gravely, and arose. "Another unexpected!" she mocked. "But she is good to look at, Guy, I must grant you that.
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