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There came a sudden motion and the oversetting of a chair, a brief struggle. Silence again. "What the dooce?" exclaimed Henfrey, sotto voce. "You all right thur?" asked Mr. Hall, sharply, again. The Vicar's voice answered with a curious jerking intonation: "Quite ri-right. Please don't interrupt." "Odd!" said Mr. Henfrey. "Odd!" said Mr. Hall. "Says, 'Don't interrupt," said Henfrey.
Half an hour later Hugh Henfrey retired, but he found sleep impossible; so he got up and sat at the open window, gazing across to the dim outlines of the Surrey hills, picturesque and undulating beneath the stars. Who could have called him on the telephone? It was a woman, but the voice might have been that of a female telephone operator. Or yet it might have been that of Dorise!
Matthews and her husband, Americans whom she met here in Monte Carlo, and Sir George Cave-Knight, who died a few weeks ago." "Do you remember an elderly gentleman named Henfrey calling?" asked Hugh. Old Cataldi reflected for a moment, and then answered: "The name sounds familiar to me, m'sieur, but in what connexion I cannot recollect.
"For God's sake don't worry me. If there's damage done, put it down in the bill," and he went on ticking a list in the exercise book before him. "I'll tell you something," said Fearenside, mysteriously. It was late in the afternoon, and they were in the little beer-shop of Iping Hanger. "Well?" said Teddy Henfrey. "This chap you're speaking of, what my dog bit. Well he's black.
Henfrey, a genuine country landowner of the good old school, a man who lived in tweeds and leggings, and who rode regularly to hounds and enjoyed his days across the stubble, was one of the unsuspicious. Charles Benton he had first met long ago in the Hotel de Russie in Rome while he was wintering there. Benton was merry, and, apparently, a gentleman.
"You surely can tell me what you know of Mademoiselle," Hugh persisted after a brief pause. "We are mutually her friends. The attempt to kill her is outrageous, and I, for one, intend to do all I can to trace and punish the culprit." "They say that you shot her." "Well you know that I did not," Henfrey said. "Have you yourself ever met Mademoiselle?" "I have seen her.
"You got a rum un up home!" said Teddy. Hall very sociably pulled up. "What's that?" he asked. "Rum-looking customer stopping at the 'Coach and Horses," said Teddy. "My sakes!" And he proceeded to give Hall a vivid description of his grotesque guest. "Looks a bit like a disguise, don't it? I'd like to see a man's face if I had him stopping in my place," said Henfrey.
"I know it is serious, signore," replied the old man, much perturbed by the unexpected visit of the king of the underworld, the elusive Sparrow of whom everyone spoke in awe. "But I only know one or two facts. I recognize Signor Henfrey." "Ah! Then you know me!" exclaimed Hugh. "You recognized me on that night at the Villa Amette, when you opened the door to me." "I do, signore.
You will leave by the midday train from the Gare de Lyon and go to Madame Odette's in the boulevard Gambetta. I may want you. We shall follow by the train-de-luxe. It is best that Mr. Henfrey is out of Paris. The Surete will certainly be searching for him."
Then inquiry for Monsieur Henfrey, and the discovery that he had left the hotel unseen. So far Dorise knew nothing of Hugh's part in the drama of the Villa Amette, but suddenly he was horrified by the thought that the police, finding he had escaped, would question her. They had been seen together many times in Monte Carlo, and the eyes of the police of Monaco are always very wide open.
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