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"What about a drink, Laverick?" he asked nonchalantly. "Delighted!" Laverick assented. The two men stepped back into the hotel. The cashier had returned to his desk, and the incident which had just transpired seemed to have passed unnoticed. Nevertheless, Laverick felt that the studied indifference of his companion's manner had its significance, and he endeavored to imitate it.
I say nothing of the document." Laverick was silent for a moment. He realized, however, that to make terms with this man was impossible. Besides, he did not trust him. He did not even trust him so far as to believe him the accredited envoy of Mademoiselle. "My unfortunate position," Laverick said, "has nothing whatever to do with the matter. Where you got your information from I cannot say.
He took her cold little fingers and raised them to his lips. "I know it, dear," he murmured. Then a movement in the room warned him, and he was suddenly on guard. Lassen was close to his side, some evil purpose plainly enough written in his pasty face and unwholesome eyes. Laverick gave him his left shoulder and sent him staggering across the floor.
He turned them over now with firm fingers. There was absolutely no fresh news. No one had come forward with any suggestion as to the identity of the murdered man. All day long the body had lain in the Mortuary, visited by a constant stream of the curious, but presumably unrecognized. Laverick could scarcely believe the words he read. The thing seemed ludicrously impossible.
Laverick had, on the following morning, deposited with him the sum of twenty thousand pounds in Bank of England notes, by means of which the engagements of the firm were duly met, that those notes had since been redeemed, and that he had no idea of their present whereabouts.
She looked at him with a suggestion of stealthiness from under her eyelids, a look which only needed the slightest softening of her face to have made it something almost irresistible. "I can assure you," Laverick said firmly, "that I have no idea." "Do you remember almost my first question to you?" she asked. "It was about the murder.
Ignoring the storm of questions with which he was assailed, and the advancing helmet of his friend the policeman at the back of the crowd, Laverick hailed it and stepped quickly inside. "Back out of this and drive to Dover Street," he directed. The man obeyed him. People raced to look through the window at him. The other commotion had died away, the man in the road had got up and walked off.
"Nothing particular that I know of. Who told you that I wanted to?" Laverick, who had been standing with the instrument in his hand, sat down in his chair. "Look here," he said, "Didn't you send me a note a few minutes ago, asking me to come out to lunch at a quarter to one and meet you at Lyons'?" Henshaw's laugh was sufficient response.
Fortunate like, the place was so crowded that I had every excuse for not paying any too much attention to them. It was all I could do to keep on getting orders attended to." "What sort of men were they?" Laverick asked. "Do you think that they came from the police?"
Could you spare me half-an-hour of your company after the performance of this evening? If you could honor me so much, you might perhaps allow me to give you some supper. Sincerely, PHILIP E. MILES. Laverick felt an absurd pang of jealousy as he handed back the programme.
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