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The meal finished he pushed back his chair, unlocked the door, tilted his head to indicate to the servants that they could get out, locked the door again and crossed to the mantelpiece. "Cigar," he said. Laurence provided one and offered a light. Hipps shook his head and sticking the cigar in his mouth he proceeded to eat it with a curious rotary motion.
"Guess there's more behind it than that. What are they hoping on, anyway?" "Donno donno." But the sudden appearance of Sydney Cranbourne did something to enlighten them. "Forgive my intrusion, gentlemen," he said, "but could you give me a possible date on which we might expect the return of our mutual friend?" Neither Hipps nor Van Diest betrayed the smallest surprise.
And having emptied out her soul's measure of resentment she threw herself onto the sofa and sobbed and sobbed with her curly head in Mr. Torrington's lap. No one spoke, not even when Doran came in and whispered that Van Diest and Hipps had arrived and demanded audience.
Ezra P. Hipps shook his head gravely but his metallic blue eyes never shifted their gaze for an instant. "Tony boy," he said. "The price isn't solely financial. There's a little physical programme in the skyline. Get me?" "Sounds like a threat." "And is," came the rejoinder. "Interesting." The American took three steps forward and leant across the table.
We find ourselves in a terrible position. Ss! Terrible terrible." There was a clatter of footsteps on the stairs and Laurence, a telegraph form in his hand, burst into the room. "What you haf there?" "Can't make head nor tail of the damn thing. Read it aloud," cried Laurence excitedly. Ezra Hipps moved over to his Chief's side as the old man picked out the code words and translated them aloud.
Looks like," he threw a glance at Laurence, "your durn psychology isn't worth a hill o' beans." "We haven't given it a chance yet," said Laurence in defence of his method. "Seventeen days," grunted Van Diest. "And no progress nothing. This was not an ordinary man." "Am I to see him today?" asked Auriole. Hipps shook his head and the girl brightened perceptibly. "Seems to please you."
For a moment Van Diest said nothing, then remarked: "Smart man, you know. Smart man." "He's made a mistake," said Laurence. "How in hell could he see Barraclough when " There was no point in finishing the sentence. "S'not often he make a mistake. Our opponents haf been ver' quiet, you know, ver' quiet. Perhaps now they draw the kipper across the path." "He's got bats," said Hipps.
Thereafter they concentrated on sterner measures. Food was reduced to a minimum and frequently doped with chemicals that caused him acute internal suffering. When the pain was at its height either Van Diest, Laurence or Hipps would pay him a visit and over and over again the question would be asked.
"I honestly believe you enjoy all this beastliness." "Enjoy? My dear girl, do be sensible. Damn it, no one enjoys having to put on the screw. It's a case of necessity." "Yes, yes, I suppose it is," she acquiesced hurriedly in an effort to regain her composure. "Only it seemed to me but never mind." Ezra P. Hipps crossed the room and put a hand on her arm. "Come on, dear. What's the trouble?"
When Auriole slipped quietly into the room five minutes later she found Richard asleep on the camp bed with Blayney's kit bag tucked under his head. Below stairs there existed a state of turmoil. She had exploded her bombshell as to Richard's false identity secure in the belief that it would result in his immediate liberation. "But Hell! what are you thinking off?" Hipps had roared.
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