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The man was alert and quivering with excitement in every limb. Still he chuckled again as if the whole thing merely amused him. "'The Crimson Blind' is Van Sneck's weak spot," he said. "It is King Charles's head to him. By good or bad luck it is in your hands to say which you know all about the way in which it became necessary to get Hatherly Bell on our side.
Never, never have I felt so ashamed of myself in my life before." "It seems a pity," Enid said, thoughtfully. "You said nothing about 218?" "My dear, he found it out. At least, Hatherly Bell did for him. Hatherly Bell happened to be staying down with us, and Hatherly Bell, who knows Mr. Steel, promptly solved, or half solved, that side of the problem.
A small, misshapen figure, with the face of a Byron Apollo on the bust of a Satyr came in from behind the folding doors at the back of the dining-room carrying some letters in his hand. The stranger's dark, piercing eyes were fixed inquiringly upon Steel. "Bell," the latter cried; "Hatherly Bell! you have been listening!" The little man with the godlike head admitted the fact, coolly.
The queer, misshapen figure striding along by Steel's side would have attracted attention anywhere; indeed, Hatherly Bell had been an attractive personality from his schooldays. A strange mixture of vanity and brilliant mental qualities, Bell had almost as many enemies as friends.
The girl had fallen passionately in love with Frank, whilst he regarded the thing as a mere pastime. He did not know then, indeed nobody seemed to know till afterwards, that there was insanity in the poor girl's family, though Hatherly Bell's friend, Dr. Heritage, who then had a practice near Littimer, warned us as well as he could. Nobody dreamt how far the thing had gone.
With a strange sense of eagerness and pleasure Chris recognised the handsome features and misshapen shape of Hatherly Bell. "The expected guest has arrived," Henson said. There was such a queer mixture of snarling anger and exulting triumph in his voice that Chris looked up. Just for an instant Henson had dropped the mask. A ray of light from the open door streamed fully across his face.
He was morbidly miserable over the score of his personal appearance despite the extraordinary beauty of his face to be pitied or even sympathised with almost maddened him. Yet there were many women who would gladly have shared the lot of Hatherly Bell. For there was strength in the perfectly moulded face, as well as beauty.
Look at this place, look at the blight of it, and wonder how we endure it. Hatherly, I have made a discovery." "We seem to be living in an atmosphere of discoveries. What is it?" "I will answer your question by asking another. You have been made the victim of a vile conspiracy. For seven years your career has been blighted. And I have lost seven years of my life, too.
There had been dark rumours of a terrible scandal, a prosecution burked by strong personal influence, mysterious paragraphs in the papers, and the disappearance of the name of Hatherly Bell from the rank of great medical jurists.
It is a much more admirable method, and tends to avert suspicion from the actual criminal." "You would not speak thus if you knew Merritt," said Henson. "All the same, I don't want the privilege," Littimer smiled. "A man with a face like that couldn't reform; nature would resent such an enormity. And yet you can never tell. Physically speaking, my quondam friend Hatherly Bell has a perfect face."
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