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The girl looked at him, nodded, and then suddenly burst into tears. Julius patted her on the shoulder. "There, there just you sit tight. We're not going to let you quit." Through her sobs the girl said indistinctly: "You're from home. I can tell by your voice. It makes me home-sick." "Sure I'm from home. I'm your cousin Julius Hersheimmer.
Then we can work together. What about some lunch? Shall we have it up here, or go down to the restaurant?" Tuppence expressed a preference for the latter, and Julius bowed to her decision. Oysters had just given place to Sole Colbert when a card was brought to Hersheimmer. "Inspector Japp, C.I.D. Scotland Yard again. Another man this time.
There was a faint note of derision in the American's voice which made Sir James look up sharply. "You don't believe in Mr. Brown, Mr. Hersheimmer?" "No, sir, I do not," returned the young American with emphasis. "Not as such, that is to say. I reckon it out that he's a figurehead just a bogy name to frighten the children with. The real head of this business is that Russian chap Kramenin.
What are you trying to suggest? That Mr. Brown is JULIUS? Julius my own cousin!" "No, Miss Finn," said Sir James unexpectedly. "Not your cousin. The man who calls himself Julius Hersheimmer is no relation to you whatsoever." SIR James's words came like a bomb-shell. Both girls looked equally puzzled.
As a last hope Jane Finn was to be allowed to escape and the escape must be managed so that she harbours no suspicions of its being a put-up job. They're not averse to young Beresford's being in the neighbourhood, and, if necessary, communicating with you. They'll take care to get him out of the way at the right minute. Then Julius Hersheimmer dashes up and rescues you in true melodramatic style.
Wouldn't that do the trick? Wouldn't it give a mighty big bump to her subconscious self, or whatever the jargon is, and start it functioning again right away?" "A very interesting speculation, Mr. Hersheimmer. In my own opinion, it would be successful. It is unfortunate that there is no chance of the conditions repeating themselves as you suggest." "Not by nature, perhaps, doc.
"We shall enjoy ourselves. It will be a pleasure dressing Jane. She's the loveliest thing I've ever seen." "That's so," agreed Mr. Hersheimmer fervently. His fervour brought a momentary twinkle to Tuppence's eye. "By the way, Julius," she remarked demurely, "I haven't given you my answer yet." "Answer?" said Julius. His face paled.
THE supper party given by Mr. Julius Hersheimmer to a few friends on the evening of the 30th will long be remembered in catering circles. It took place in a private room, and Mr. Hersheimmer's orders were brief and forcible. He gave carte blanche and when a millionaire gives carte blanche he usually gets it! Every delicacy out of season was duly provided.
Still, in that unlikely event, there is always the possibility of bribery." "Sure. And that's where I come in!" cried Julius, bringing his fist down on the table with a bang. "You can count on me, if necessary, for one million dollars. Yes, sir, one million dollars!" Sir James sat down and subjected Julius to a long scrutiny. "Mr. Hersheimmer," he said at last, "that is a very large sum."
The revolver was wrenched from his hand, and the voice of Julius Hersheimmer said drawlingly: "I guess you're caught redhanded with the goods upon you." The blood rushed to the K.C.'s face, but his self-control was marvellous, as he looked from one to the other of his two captors. He looked longest at Tommy. "You," he said beneath his breath. "YOU! I might have known."
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