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I know for a fact that Hunterleys has actually been consulted and has helped in one or two recent crises. The very circumstance that he is not of the ruling Party makes a free lance of him. When his people are in power, he will have to take office and wear the shackles.
"What sort of weather did you have in Algiers?" "Ripping!" the young man replied absently, entirely oblivious of the fact that they had been driven away by incessant rain. "This place is much more fun, though," he added, with sudden inspiration. "Crowds of interesting people. I suppose you know every one?" Lady Hunterleys shook her head. "Indeed I do not. Mr. Draconmeyer here is my guide.
You and I will solve it." Hunterleys dined alone at a small round table, set in a remote corner of the great restaurant attached to the Hotel de Paris. The scene around him was full of colour and interest. A scarlet-coated band made wonderful music. The toilettes of the women who kept passing backwards and forwards, on their way to the various tables, were marvellous; in their way unique.
Hunterleys crossed the floor and rang the bell for the lift. Directly he stepped in, the lift man vacated his place, and with his eyes nearly starting out of his head, seemed about to make a rush for his life. "Come back here," Hunterleys ordered sternly. "Take me up to my room at once." The man returned unsteadily and with marked reluctance.
Seriously, Hunterleys," he added, "you take a chap out and make him drive you at sixty miles an hour all through the night, you keep him at it till nearly six in the morning, and you seem to think it a tragedy to find him in bed at three o'clock in the afternoon. Hang it, I've only had eight hours' sleep!" "I don't care how long you've had," Hunterleys rejoined.
Two or three of these fellows are nothing more or less than private detectives, and they all of them know what they're about or Grex wouldn't have them." Hunterleys looked grave. "It sounds awkward," he admitted. "The general idea of the plot," Roche went on, walking restlessly up and down the room, "you and I have already solved, and by this time they know it in London.
I hate these foreigners that is to say the men," he corrected himself hastily. Hunterleys smiled. "Well, I was coming to that," he said. "I do feel hideously alone here, and what I would like you to do is just this. I would like you to call at my room at the Hotel de Paris, number 189, every morning at a certain fixed hour say half-past ten. Just shake hands with me that's all.
"It's a great find, this of yours, Hunterleys," the Minister acknowledged, "and it is corroborated, too, by what we know is happening around us. We have had all the warning in the world just lately. The Russian Ambassador is in St. Petersburg on leave of absence in fact for the last six months he has been taking his duties remarkably lightly. Tell me how you first heard of the affair?"
Then they re-entered the car, lit up, and glided off on the road for Cannes. Richard had become more serious. His boyish manner and appearance had temporarily gone. He drove, even, with less than his usual recklessness. "That was a fine fellow," he remarked enthusiastically, after a long pause, "that fellow Roche!" "And we've many more like him," Hunterleys declared.
"Glad to see your knock didn't lay you up." Hunterleys disregarded his wife's glance. He was suddenly furious. "All Monte Carlo seems to be gossiping about that little contretemps," Draconmeyer continued. "It was a crude sort of hold-up for a neighbourhood of criminals, but it very nearly came off. Will you have some tea with us?" "Do, Henry," his wife begged. Once again he hesitated.
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