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"I'll give you a note to the captain." "Look here, I want you to understand this clearly," Hunterleys went on. "If you lend me the Minnehaha, well, you commit yourself a bit. You see, it's like this. I've one man of my own in Grex's household. He came to me this morning. Monsieur Douaille objects to cross again the threshold of the Villa Mimosa. He fears the English newspapers.
The man behind the bar, however, who had evidently been forewarned, intervened with a few sharp words, and, lifting the flap of the counter, ushered Hunterleys into a little room beyond. Frenhofer was engaged there in amiable badinage with a young lady who promptly disappeared at Hunterleys' entrance. Frenhofer bowed respectfully.
He carried off Monsieur Douaille for a short ride in his automobile, but was forced to leave his daughter and Lady Weybourne alone. Draconmeyer, who had been awaiting his opportunity, remained by Lady Hunterleys' side. "I wonder," he asked, "whether you would step in for a few minutes and see Linda?" She had been looking at the table where her husband and his companion had been seated.
"It is a great scheme," Frenhofer assented, "but supposing my master should choose to telephone some small detail to the office of the man Schwann?" "You must hire the yacht of Schwann, just as you were instructed," Hunterleys pointed out. "You must give orders, though, that it is not to leave the harbour until telephoned for.
Hunterleys, in accordance with his request, followed the Commissioner downstairs into one of the small private rooms on the ground floor. The latter was very polite but very official. "Now what is it that you want?" Hunterleys asked, a little brusquely, as soon as they were alone. The representative of the law was distinctly mysterious.
We shall meet again, I trust." He strolled off and as he hesitated upon the steps of the Casino he glanced across towards the Hotel de Paris. At that moment a woman came out, a light cloak over her evening gown. She was followed by an attendant. Hunterleys recognised his wife and watched them with a curious little thrill. They turned towards the Terrace.
They passed into the villa, and with a farewell pat of the hand Hunterleys left her and opened a door on the left-hand side of the hall. The young man who had met him coming out of the Opera was standing with his hands in his pockets, upon the hearth-rug of an exceedingly untidy-looking apartment. There was a table covered with papers, another piled with newspapers.
Monsieur Douaille, for instance, was anxious to remain the escort of Lady Hunterleys, whose plans for the afternoon he had ascertained were unformed. Mr.
We can't help but win if not to-day, to-morrow. Your country has had a marvellously long run of good luck, but it can't last for ever." Hunterleys smiled. "Well," he observed, "there's nothing like confidence. If you are so sure of success, why couldn't you choose a cleaner way to it than by tampering with our ally?" Selingman patted his companion on the shoulder.
"I should think every one would enjoy it immensely," Hunterleys answered. "I can count on you, of course, if I arrange anything?" "I am afraid not," Hunterleys regretted. "I am too much engrossed now to make any arrangements." "I'm hanged if you don't get more mysterious every moment!" Richard exclaimed vigorously. "What's it all about?
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