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Hunterleys, advised of his coming by telegram from Marseilles, met him at the station, and together the two men made their way at once to Hunterleys' room across at the Hotel de Paris. Behind locked doors they spoke for the first time of important matters.
There never was anything like the feeling you get," he went on, "when you're absolutely and entirely convinced, when you know that there's just one girl who counts for you in the whole universe. Gee whiz! It does get hold of you! I suppose you've been through it all, though." "Yes, I've been through it!" Hunterleys admitted, with a sigh. The young man bit his lip.
"Doubtless," Hunterleys agreed, "but there is also the chance that he was murdered, isn't there?" "Murdered!" Monsieur Picard held up his hands in horror. The Commissioner of Police smiled in derision. "But, monsieur," the latter pointed out, "who would take the trouble to murder a poverty-stricken tailor's assistant!" "And in my hotel, too!" Monsieur Picard intervened.
Roche sealed up the letter he had been writing, and handed it to Hunterleys. "Well," he said, "I have left everything in order. If there's any mysterious disappearance from here, it will be the mysterious disappearance of a newspaper correspondent, and nothing else." "Good luck, then, old chap!" Hunterleys wished him. "If you pull through this time, I think our job will be done.
She leaned back in her seat. She was looking at him incredulously. "You mean to say that Mr. Draconmeyer wrote that order that he wanted to get possession of your letters?" "Not only that," Hunterleys continued, "but he carried out the business in such a devilish manner as to make me for a moment believe that it was you who had helped him. You are wrong about Draconmeyer.
"Don't see why I shouldn't come into one of the Embassies. I'm a bit of a hulk to go about the world doing nothing." Hunterleys laughed quietly. "My young friend," he said, "aren't you taking your marriage prospects a little for granted?
Grex is the Sultan of Turkey or the Czar of Russia. I'm going to marry his daughter. That's settled." At a few minutes before eight o'clock that evening Lady Hunterleys descended the steps of the Casino and crossed the square towards the Hotel de Paris. She walked very slowly and she looked neither to the right nor to the left. She had the air of seeing no one.
A long ray of sickly yellow light shone for a moment and was then suddenly blotted out by a rolling mass of vapour. The clouds had closed in again once more. The obscurity was denser than ever. "The lighthouse," Hunterleys replied. "Do you think it's any use waiting?" "We'll go inside and put on our coats," Lane suggested. "My car is by the side of the avenue there. I covered it over and left it."
The long, grey racer looked almost like some submarine monster, with its flaring head-lights and torpedo-shaped body which scarcely cleared the ground. "Ready for orders, sir," the young man announced, touching his cap. "Is there room for three of us, in case of an emergency?" Hunterleys asked.
I thought matters over and eventually I paired for six months and was supposed to go off for the benefit of my health. As a matter of fact, I have been in the Balkan States since Christmas," he added, dropping his voice a little. "What the dickens have you been doing there?" "I can't tell you that exactly," Hunterleys replied.
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