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He dived a hand into the cavity lately filled by the short drawer and produced a small steel despatch box. "The goods!" Richard leaned forward with a sudden impulse to prevent the box being opened but the caressing muzzle of Van Diest's revolver coaxed him back to the chair. "Very simple," said Van Diest. "Maps inside. Open it." Hipps wasted little time trying to find a key that would fit.
Torrington and Cranbourne exchanged glances. "Am I to understand that Mr. Frencham Altar has found your hospitality too oppressive?" he asked. "Put it how you like, but that's a side show," came the answer. "We're here on business." Nugent Cassis had recovered some of his self-possession and remarked crisply: "We are very busy, Mr. Hipps."
"That guy," said Ezra P. Hipps, "that guy is some stayer." Hugo Van Diest, from the deeps of a big arm chair, omitted a kind of rumbling affirmative. He was smoking a porcelain pipe enamelled with roses and forget-me-nots. His fat, short fingered hands were spread across the waistcoat of Berlin wool, his chin was sunk and his bearing that of a man who is out of humour.
Ezra P. Hipps rapped his free hand on a chair back. "Don't get fresh," he snapped, "we're after business." "Sorry," said Richard. "Thought it was a kind of Wild West act." Evidently Van Diest wanted to avoid a row. He approached the subject in his most agreeable tone which sounded like a puma purring. "Twendy per cent and a million pounds for der map.
Hipps was laying odds that after a course of treatment Anthony Barraclough would not only give away the secret but would breathe his first sweetheart's pet name. Van Diest was more concerned with details for the notation of the future radium company. They appeared to regard the intrusion of Mr. Smith as a nuisance.
"I'm damned if I'll stand for that," he shouted and kicking his chair out of the way made a dash round the table toward Hipps. It was Laurence who shot out the leg that tripped him and before he could scramble to his feet both the American and the Englishman were sitting on his back. "Steady, steady, old chap," Laurence beseeched him. "It's an almighty pity to start this way."
"It covers the northern area of " and "Go on. Go on." Hipps was shouting. To concentrate in the midst of such a din was almost impossible. She covered her cars, closed her eyes, to force memory of the words and the numerals that were to follow. "Square F. North 27. West 33." "She's there," cried Hipps, and whipped out a pistol to cover Cassis who was making for the telephone. "No you don't.
"Gentlemen, it's come to our ears that a certain Mr. Barraclough is taking grave risks tonight to get home." Cranbourne flashed an eye at the bedroom door. "Go on!" he said. "Talk straight, man." Hilbert Torrington held up a hand. "One minute," he suggested. "I imagine Mr. Hipps is reluctant to speak out before so many witnesses. It would be better perhaps if Mr.
I imagine you aren't wanting the fire brigade or the intrusion of any other respectable force at the moment." "Seems to me, my son " began Hipps. But Van Diest interrupted him. "Let us agree to this suggestion," he said. "For my part I wass very sorry to make enemy of our goot guest. S'no troubles about that." "Thank you," said Richard.
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