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"Of course he is. Head over ears." "I thought so," said Jane thoughtfully. "Why?" "From all the things Tuppence didn't say!" "There you have me beat," said Mr. Hersheimmer. But Jane only laughed. In the meantime, the Young Adventurers were sitting bolt upright, very stiff and ill at ease, in a taxi which, with a singular lack of originality, was also returning to the Ritz via Regent's Park.
Hersheimmer, should share the vigil." Tuppence was about to protest, but happening to glance at the bed she saw Mrs. Vandemeyer, her eyes half-open, with such an expression of mingled fear and malevolence on her face that it quite froze the words on her lips.
"I thought for sure you'd know all this." "Julius," said Tuppence firmly, "stop walking up and down. It makes me giddy. Sit down in that armchair, and tell me the whole story with as few fancy turns of speech as possible." Mr. Hersheimmer obeyed. "Sure," he said. "Where shall I begin?" "Where you left off. At Waterloo."
He gave one doubtful look at them, then hurried into an adjacent telephone box. He dared not waste time in trying to get hold of Tuppence. In all probability she was still in the neighbourhood of South Audley Mansions. But there remained another ally. He rang up the Ritz and asked for Julius Hersheimmer. There was a click and a buzz. Oh, if only the young American was in his room!
It was quite on the cards that Julius P. Hersheimmer had left for Constantinople at a moment's notice if he fancied that a clue to his cousin's disappearance was to be found there. The energetic young man had succeeded in making the lives of several Scotland Yard men unbearable to them, and the telephone girls at the Admiralty had learned to know and dread the familiar "Hullo!"
"It's more respectable than I thought it would be," said Tuppence thoughtfully. "Luckily I haven't got your craving for crime! What time is it? Let's have lunch oh!" The same thought sprang to the minds of each. Tommy voiced it first. "Julius P. Hersheimmer!" "We never told Mr. Carter about hearing from him." "Well, there wasn't much to tell not till we've seen him.
"Or else it was administered in the brandy you gave her. Only three people touched that brandy you, Miss Tuppence, I myself, and one other Mr. Julius Hersheimmer!" Jane Finn stirred and sat up, regarding the speaker with wide astonished eyes. "At first, the thing seemed utterly impossible. Mr. Hersheimmer, as the son of a prominent millionaire, was a well-known figure in America.
Vandemeyer passed her tongue over her dried lips. "You don't know him," she reiterated hoarsely. "He's ah!" With a shriek of terror she sprang to her feet. Her outstretched hand pointed over Tuppence's head. Then she swayed to the ground in a dead faint. Tuppence looked round to see what had startled her. In the doorway were Sir James Peel Edgerton and Julius Hersheimmer.
Tommy fell in with this demand in so far as he gave him a guarded version of the disappearance of Jane Finn, and of the possibility of her having been mixed up unawares in "some political show." He alluded to Tuppence and himself as "private inquiry agents" commissioned to find her, and added that they would therefore be glad of any details Mr. Hersheimmer could give them.
"When did you last see the dece your cousin, I mean?" "Never seen her," responded Mr. Hersheimmer. "What?" demanded Tommy, astonished. Hersheimmer turned to him. "No, sir. As I said before, my father and her mother were brother and sister, just as you might be" Tommy did not correct this view of their relationship "but they didn't always get on together.
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