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It was a corner and overlooked Pennsylvania Avenue and Fourteenth Street. He tapped lightly on the door; almost immediately it was opened by a maid a very pretty maid, he noticed who, without waiting for him to speak, addressed him as Monsieur Harleston and told him that Madame was expecting him.
Harleston, I shouldn't have said that." "You're not meddling, Miss Williams. But it's a long story too long to detail now. Some day soon I'll confide in you, for you've helped me very much in this matter and deserve to know. In fact, you've helped me more than you can imagine. Meanwhile mum's the word, remember." "Mum, it is, Mr.
"I should like to meet her," Clarke said. "Come to Paris, sometime when I'm there, and I'll be delighted to present you to her." "Doesn't she ever come to America?" "I think not. She says the Continent, and Paris in particular, is good enough for her." Harleston left Clarke at Dupont Circle and turned down Massachusetts Avenue.
I'm a reader of secret ciphers; you don't imagine a mere individual presents much of a problem. I tell you there are too many petticoats mixed up in this affair of the cab of the sleeping horse," Carpenter repeated. "Be careful, Harleston. Women are a menace they spoil about everything they touch." "Marriage in particular?" Harleston inquired. "Exactly!" "A bachelor's wisdom!" Harleston laughed.
"Here are samples of the latter: ecclesiastiques, coeur de roche, a deau eaux, fourreau, chateau d'eau, and so on. But, alas, none of them fits; the French Government has a new key. Indeed, she changes it every month or oftener; sometimes she changes it just for a single letter." "Then we must apply ourselves to obtaining the French key-word," Harleston remarked. "Can you do it?"
For a space she looked at him with cold repellence, eyes black as night. Then her eyes narrowed and she laughed, a mirthlessly sarcastic laugh, so low that Harleston barely heard it. "Is red hair then prettier than black, Mr. Harleston?" she asked mockingly; "or is Mrs. Clephane's character whiter than mine?" "That is not worthy of you, Madeline," Harleston reproved.
Such an array of unpronounceables may be Russian, it assuredly isn't French or English. Look at it!" and he handed the translation to Harleston, who read: AGELUMTONZUCLPMUHRHUNBARGPUH PJICLWYIAOIWFPHLUOZFRXUFJWH WASNVDPS "Good Lord!" said Harleston. "I pass. Did you ever see so many consonants. I reckon my key-word isn't the key."
After the first warning twist, the garrote had been relaxed just enough to permit Harleston breath sufficient for life, yet not sufficient for an outcry; moreover, he knew that at the first murmur of a yell the wrist behind him would turn and he would be throttled into unconsciousness. There was nothing to do but be quiet and as complaisant as his captors wished, and await developments.
"A beautiful woman is never especially clever," Rochester remarked. Harleston blew a smoke ring at the big drop-light on the table and watched it swirl under the cardinal shade. "The cleverest woman I know is also the most beautiful," he replied. "Yes, I can name her offhand.
And you need not fear that I shall let him copy the letter until after I've tested the key-word and found it correct." "Where is the letter?" Harleston asked. "Locked in the burglar-proof safe in my office." "Who knows the combination?" "Spendel, my confidential clerk." "Trustworthy?" "I would as soon suspect myself." "Very good!
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