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I couldn't see the use of going all round Robin Hood's barn, as I'd have had to in order to make Lyons. By the time I'd got there, de Lorgnes would have given up and gone on to Paris." Phinuit finished his drink. "I'll say it was a gay young party. The next time I feel the call to crime, believe me!
"Right here," Monk answered for himself; "sitting tight and saying nothing, and duly grateful that the blue prints and specifications of the Great Architect didn't design me for second-storey work." "Then it was Jules ?" "No; Jules doesn't know enough. It was de Lorgnes, of course. I thought you'd guess that." "How should I?" "Didn't you know he was the premier cracksman of France?
"I lost de Lorgnes in the shuffle immediately, never did know what had become of him till we got Liane's wire this morning. I was having all I could do to take care of myself, thank you. I happened to be carrying the grip, and that helped a bit. Somebody's head got in the way of its swings, and I guess the guy hasn't forgotten it yet.
"All of which brings us to the second part of my question, Liane: Why Dupont?" Liane shrugged and studied her bedizened fingers. The heavy black brows circumflexed Monk's eyes, and he drew down the corners of his wide mouth. Phinuit fixed an amused gaze on a distant corner of the room and chewed his cigar. "Why did Dupont or Popinot," Lanyard persisted "murder de Lorgnes?
"De Lorgnes ?" Lanyard inclined his head. The woman breathed an invocation to the Deity and sank back against the wall, her face ghastly beneath its paint. "You know this?" "I was a passenger aboard the rapide, and saw the body before it was removed." Liane Delorme made an effort to speak, but only her breath rustled harshly on her dry lips.
At length, unable longer to endure the growing tension of anxiety and keep up a pretence of eating, de Lorgnes called for his addition and fled the restaurant. Lanyard finished his own meal in haste, and arrived in the foyer of the hotel in time to see de Lorgnes settle his account at the bureau and hear him instruct a porter to have his luggage ready for the one-twelve rapide for Paris.
An excellent visual memory reviewed successively the physical characteristics of Messieurs Monk, Phinuit and de Lorgnes, and their chauffeur Jules; with the upshot that Duchemin could have sworn that he had never before known any of these. And Madame la Comtesse? In respect of that one memory again drew a blank, but remained unsatisfied.
For to-morrow night it might, and as Lanyard held surely would, be too late to accomplish what he hoped to accomplish to-night, and for whose accomplishment evening dress was indispensable. Since Wertheimer had passed the word on, the name of the Comte de Lorgnes would be published to the world in the morning papers, and by evening the birds, if they were wise, would be in full flight.
They have been in my possession for years indeed, I should be unhappy otherwise, for I have inherited my father's fondness for them and nobody has ever even attempted to steal them." "But what of the affair at Montpellier the other night?" enquired the Comte de Lorgnes "that terrible attack upon you of which Madame de Sévénié has just told us? Surely you would call that an attempt to steal."
Phinuit hinted hopefully. "And shall be till we drop the pilot, thanks." "If I hadn't seen de Lorgnes make that safe sit up and speak, and didn't know you were his master, I'd be tempted to bat an eye or two. However...." Phinuit sighed despondently. "What can I do now to entertain you, dear sir?" "You might have pity on my benighted curiosity...." "Meaning this outfit?"
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