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"I didn't want to say it, Jane I knew it would hurt you. And, after all, I couldn't be sure. I still don't understand why, if he's Mr. Brown, he rescued us." "Was it Julius Hersheimmer who helped you to escape?" Tuppence recounted to Sir James the exciting events of the evening, ending up: "But I can't see WHY!" "Can't you? I can. So can young Beresford, by his actions.
I phoned Scotland Yard and the Admiralty first thing. The Admiralty rather choked me off, but Scotland Yard were very civil said they would make inquiries, even sent a man round this morning to get her photograph. I'm off to Paris to-morrow, just to see what the Prefecture is doing. I guess if I go to and fro hustling them, they ought to get busy!" The energy of Mr. Hersheimmer was tremendous.
Carter to pitchfork you two young things into an affair of this kind. By the way, where did Mr. Hersheimmer come in originally? You didn't make that clear?" Julius answered for himself. "I'm Jane's first cousin," he explained, returning the lawyer's keen gaze. "Ah!" "Oh, Sir James," broke out Tuppence, "what do you think has become of Tommy?" "H'm." The lawyer rose, and paced slowly up and down.
Tommy hastened to explain. "We haven't kidnapped your cousin. On the contrary, we're trying to find her. We're employed to do so." Mr. Hersheimmer leant back in his chair. "Put me wise," he said succinctly.
He took a desperate step, trusting in his assumed character to avert suspicion. He nearly succeeded but not quite." "I can't believe it," murmured Jane. "He seemed so splendid." "The real Julius Hersheimmer WAS a splendid fellow! And Mr. Brown is a consummate actor. But ask Miss Tuppence if she also has not had her suspicions." Jane turned mutely to Tuppence. The latter nodded.
Get out, both of you, and do as I say or I'll shoot!" Tuppence sprang out, dragging the unwilling Jane after her. "Come on, it's all right. If Tommy's sure he's sure. Be quick. We'll miss the train." They started running. Julius's pent-up rage burst forth. "What the hell " Tommy interrupted him. "Dry up! I want a few words with you, Mr. Julius Hersheimmer."
Evidently when the right moment came to get rid of him he was too sharp for them. All the same, I'm not too easy in my mind about him." "Why?" "Because Julius Hersheimmer is Mr. Brown," said Sir James dryly. "And it takes more than one man and a revolver to hold up Mr. Brown...." Tuppence paled a little. "What can we do?" "Nothing until we've been to the house in Soho.
"I guess it'll have to be. These aren't the kind of folk to offer sixpence to." "At the present rate of exchange it amounts to considerably over two hundred and fifty thousand pounds." "That's so. Maybe you think I'm talking through my hat, but I can deliver the goods all right, with enough over to spare for your fee." Sir James flushed slightly. "There is no question of a fee, Mr. Hersheimmer.
We'll ask Miss Jane Finn to tell us the story that only Miss Tuppence has heard so far but before we do so we'll drink her health. The health of one of the bravest of America's daughters, to whom is due the thanks and gratitude of two great countries!" "THAT was a mighty good toast, Jane," said Mr. Hersheimmer, as he and his cousin were being driven back in the Rolls-Royce to the Ritz.
"The flats mostly have their own, miss. But there's a box just round the corner." "Go to it then, at once, and ring up the Ritz Hotel. Ask for Mr. Hersheimmer, and when you get him tell him to get Sir James and come on at once, as Mrs. Vandemeyer is trying to hook it. If you can't get him, ring up Sir James Peel Edgerton, you'll find his number in the book, and tell him what's happening.
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