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I hadn't the faintest belief in Latimer's story about finding the place open, and apart from making things safe I certainly didn't want to leave any traces of my surprise visit. From what I knew of McMurtrie I felt sure that he had left somebody in charge, and that in all probability Latimer had merely taken advantage of their temporary absence.
It was quite possible that my friend with the scar was only anxious to discover whether I was really setting out for the West End. All the same I determined to be devilish careful about my future movements. If McMurtrie wanted a report he should have it, but I would take particular pains to see that it contained nothing which would in any way disturb his belief in me.
We've enough evidence about the Devonport case to arrest McMurtrie and Savaroff straight away, but I feel it would be madness while there's a chance of getting to the bottom of this business. Perhaps you understand now why I've risked everything tonight. We're playing for high stakes, Mr. Lyndon, and you " he paused "well, I'm inclined to think that you've the ace of trumps."
I only know that he is dead. I think Dr. McMurtrie would kill any one who betrayed him if he could." I crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. I felt strangely excited. "And after that," I said quietly, "I suppose the doctor thought he might as well stop here and do a little business?" "I think it was suggested to him from Berlin.
I knew I was putting them in a difficulty, for by this time they must be all aware that Latimer was still on their track, and it was obviously conceivable that my attempted arrest might be due in some way to my connection with them; anyhow I saw that even Savaroff was beginning to regard me a shade less suspiciously. "Have you brought any of the powder with you?" asked McMurtrie.
"I suppose it's what you wanted," she said, in a rather grudging, ungracious sort of fashion. "If you won't think me vain," I observed, "I should like to have a look at myself in the glass." McMurtrie walked to the fireplace and unhooked the small mirror which hung above the mantelpiece. "I would rather you waited for a couple of days if you don't mind," he said.
It is always nice to handle money in comparative bulk, but being absolutely without it for thirty-six months invests the operation with a peculiar charm. "You had better be ready to start from here about half-past one," said McMurtrie. "Savaroff will take you into Plymouth in the car, and there is a fast train up at two-five. It gets you into London just before seven." "Good!" I said.
McMurtrie handed his sticks to the caddie, and, as one released from a spell, hurried to meet the man who had just stepped out of the car. "That's Toronto over yonder?" said Smith without ceremony. "Indeed it is," replied McMurtrie, taking stock of the dirty dishevelled figure. "Your name's not Smith?" "Indeed it is!"
"But it's incredible," he muttered. The girl was watching me curiously. "Poor man," she exclaimed, "he must be starving!" "My dear Sonia," said McMurtrie, "you reflect upon my hospitality. Mr. Lyndon has been faring sumptuously on bread and milk." "But he looks so wet and ill." "He is wet and ill," rejoined the doctor agreeably.
McMurtrie nodded. "We have to pick up a couple of friends at Sheppey first. After that we can run straight across to The Hague." The proposal was so obviously sensible that, without arousing his suspicion, I could see no way for the moment of raising any objection. The great thing was to keep the "syndicate" together, and to delay our departure until Latimer had had time to scoop the lot of us.
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