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He had remarked on the peculiarity of this circumstance when he found Hipps and Van Diest in the dining room and had received no other comment than a snub from the American for his lack of observation. These two gentlemen were in a state of exaggerated well being induced by enthusiasm over the capture they had made.
"I have something important to say." Hipps shook Richard by the shoulder. "How's that memory?" he enquired. Once again the last reserves were pushed into the line. "Bad," said Richard. "Damn bad." "Then I guess that ends the play," said the American. "I want you," said Auriole. "Please." They went out of the room together.
"That's all to the good, but let's keep in humour. By the way, since everything's open and above board, where are you taking me?" "Laurence's house." "Wanted to know 'cos of getting my letters forwarded." "There won't be a whole lot of communication with the outer world," said Hipps. "I see. And how long are you proposing to keep me there?"
"Our mutual friend, Mister Cranbourne?" "I was referring to a gentleman whose initials are A. B." "A. B.! Wasn't that the guy who went out to look for a radium field three weeks ago today?" "The same," said Cranbourne sweetly. "But we had reason to believe he changed his plans and accepted another invitation." "You've been dreaming, dear," said Hipps. "Perhaps I have, Mr. Hipps.
He spoke the final words slowly and with great meaning, then turned and went out. Auriole caught Ezra Hipps by the sleeve as he passed her. "What does he means 'all the rest?" she questioned. The American scarcely paused in his stride. "Think it over," he said, and closed the door behind him.
And he tilted his head suggestively toward Richard's bedroom. "His own damn fault," came the answer. "But it wass a man's life, Hipps." "I've no choice that way myself." Van Diest began to pace the floor, his fingers tattooing on his chest and his head going from side to side. "We ought to haf read better the character of this man. S'no good to know about the monies and not about the mens.
The message was simple enough. "'Saw Barraclough Polperro this morning. Been following all day. Escaped in Panhard, probably will enter London by Portsmouth or Great Western Road. Am pursuing in Ford car. Obstruct. Harrison Smith." It was handed in at eight o'clock and postmarked Wimborne. "Saw Barraclough!" repeated Hipps. "Harrison Smith's gone crazy."
She presented a charming silhouette against the light. "Say, you look very womanly in that fawn outfit," said Hipps. "Where did you get it built?" She turned with a smile that was a shade cynical. "I'm glad you like it, Mr. Hipps." "I do fine." "I'll wear it again." "You've passed down the wardrobe hooks pretty prodigal these last few days. What is it a dress parade?" "One changes," she replied.
The matter is of no great importance but I dreamt of the Old Bailey among other things and of three gentlemen, prominent in financial circles, who were charged with unlawfully detaining someone against his will and endeavouring to induce him to confide certain information." "And then, I suppose," remarked Hipps, "you woke up and knocked over your cup of early tea." "Why, no," replied Cranbourne.
"Say, cancel those orders, Phillips Wash out the lot." It was too ridiculous at such a moment to contemplate the price of victory, but that is precisely what Auriole did. "And you've never asked never given a thought to the real man the man who made it possible who stayed out there on the road while " She bit back her tears and turned savagely on Hipps and Van Diest.
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