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So far the description I had had of him was commonplace in the extreme. "Do you know whether he shipped on board the Jemadar for England under his own name, or under an assumed one?" "He booked his passage as George Bertram," Kitwater replied. "We know that is so, for we made inquiries at Rangoon."
Meanwhile his companions slept soundly on, secure in the fact that he was watching over them. At last Hayle rose to his feet. "It's my only chance," he said to himself, as he went softly across to where Kitwater was lying. "It must be now or never!" Kneeling beside the sleeping man, he felt for the packet of precious stones they had that day obtained.
Suddenly Hayle, who was looking down a side street, uttered an exclamation of surprise. "Did you see that?" he inquired of Kitwater. Then, without waiting for a reply, he dived into the nearest ruin and disappeared from view. "What on earth is the matter with him?" inquired Kitwater of Codd. "Has he gone mad?" Codd only shook his head. Hayle's doings were more often than not an enigma to him.
Meanwhile her uncle had resumed his restless pacing up and down the path on which I had first seen him, Codd had returned to his archaeological studies, and I was alone with Miss Kitwater. We were standing alone together, I remember, at the gate that separated the garden from the meadowland.
"So far as we know he has not a single relative in the world," Kitwater replied. "Have you ever heard of one, Coddy?" The little man shook his head, and then, taking the other's hand, tapped upon it with his fingers in the manner I have already described. "He says Hayle had a sister once, of whom he was very fond."
He had brought away as much of it as he could, but he hadn't time to get it all, before he was chased out by the Chinese, who, he said, were strong in the neighbourhood." Kitwater stopped and rubbed his hands with a chuckle. Decidedly the recollection was a pleasant one.
The various events of the day had been so absorbing, and had followed so thick and fast upon each other, that I had little time to seriously digest them. As I ate my meal, and drank my modest pint of claret, I gave them my fullest consideration. As Kitwater had observed, there was no time to waste if we desired to lay our hands upon that slippery Mr. Hayle.
"Good-bye, Mr. Kitwater," I said. "I'll write immediately I reach Paris, and let you know how I am getting on." "You are very kind," Kitwater answered, and Codd nodded his head. My hostess and I then set off down the drive to the righ road which we followed towards the village. It was a perfect evening, and the sun was setting in the west in a mass of crimson and gold.
Forgive me, Miss Kitwater, for prying into your private affairs, but in my opinion it is manifestly unfair that you should have to support these two men for the rest of their existences." "You surely must see that I would rather do that than let my father's brother commit a crime," she returned, more earnestly than she had yet spoken. The position was decidedly an awkward one.
"Because if I had told them, everybody would have got to know it, and, to be perfectly frank with you, I could not feel quite certain that Kitwater and Codd were really dead." "By that I am to presume that you intended if possible to swindle them out of their share?" I asked, not a little surprised by his admission. "Once more, to be quite frank with you, I did.
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