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Van Diest beckoned him to a place at the table and, tucking a napkin under his left ear, seated himself and began to attack the victuals without comment. Ezra P. Hipps turned the key in the lock and dropped it in his pocket before occupying the chair facing Richard. As the ostensible host Laurence sat at the head of the table and instructed the servants to open the wine.
On the other hand unpleasant suspicions would certainly be aroused and neither Van Diest nor Hipps greatly desired to attract the attentions of the Police. If Barraclough could be persuaded to disclose the secret all would be well. He would be generously rewarded not only for his confidence but also for a guarantee to disclose none of the privations to which he had been subjected.
"She don't quite register on the line we've adopted to make him talk. Kind o' kept that in the background. Women are soft." "Ask she come up," said Van Diest. And Laurence went out passing Blayney who was on duty outside the door. "What's the bend, Chief?" demanded Hipps. Van Diest shook his head thoughtfully. "Donno, donno. Wass awful if we mus' do someting. Eh? Hipps, eh?"
More by luck than judgment the burning brand scorched across the side of Hipps' face. "Hell!" came the cry and instantaneously the weight on his back was gone and he was free to rise. Oliver Laurence, to avoid danger, had thrown himself backwards and was now under the table, looking very like a child playing hide and seek.
The two vehicles drove in opposite directions, from which it would appear that her task in the affair was accomplished. "I hope I shall see some more of that young lady," he remarked. Van Diest nodded gloomily and Hipps jerked out: "Probably will." After that they drove in silence. "Forgive me for criticising your methods," said Richard at last, "but shouldn't I be blindfolded or something?
You whisper, you beseech, you ver' sympathetic. P'r'aps you make 'im cry. Then he tell you what he refuse to tell us. S'understood?" "Yes, I understand," said Auriole in a small voice. "Goot! Then we go downstairs now. Come, Hipps." At the door he paused. "S'ver' important you succeed because we haf tried all the rest."
Ezra P. Hipps caught him on the landing outside and put on a jiu-jitsu armlock which closed the argument and sent Richard staggering toward his bedroom beaten it is true, but absurdly enough triumphant. "Listen you," he gasped, his back against the panel. "You think I can be made to speak you're wrong You think I can be tortured and beaten and bullied into giving up the secret. You're wrong wrong.
"Perhaps it 'ud be a good idea to vary the programme for a day or two. Use the siren a bit more freely at night and cut down his water supply. If he isn't ready to talk in another forty-eight hours I'll be surprised." "Had a word with him yet?" demanded Hipps. "Not this morning." "Then you and Van try a few sweet speeches." The Dutchman rose heavily from his chair and nodded.
"A declining stock," Richard smiled then shook his head reproachfully. "You know, gentlemen, yours is an extremely heterodox way of doing business. You must be feeling pretty hopeless to have resorted to measures of this kind." "I guess the market'll improve," said Hipps and relapsed into silence.
"Then if you've nothing further to ask me I'd be glad to turn in." Hipps walked across the room and unlocked the door. The two servants came in. "Show this gentleman to his apartment." "Goodnight, everyone," said Richard. He was passing out when Hipps laid a hand on his shoulder. "Say," he said, touching his cheek. "You fired me with some ambition to see your flag at half mast.
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