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Updated: June 15, 2025
"I perfect my English," she said. Tea was finished; they were smoking, the Evening News spread between them over the tea-things. She articulated with a strong French accent the words of some of the headings. "Mistair Carlos Smith keeled at the front," she read out. "Who is it, that woman there? She must be celebrated."
"Is it that this iss your fight, Mistair Morse?" he demanded. "Fair enough. I'll keep out too." The soldiers had West down by this time. They were struggling to handcuff him. He fought furiously, his great arms and legs threshing about like flails. Not till he had worn himself out could they pinion him. Beresford rose at last, the job done. His coat was ripped almost from one shoulder.
You are spies, spies. You come from the friends of Morowitch, do you? You have gone too far with me." Kennedy said nothing, but retreated and took his coat and hat off the window ledge. The hideous penetrating light of the tongues of flame from the furnace played on the ground-glass window. Poissan laughed a hollow laugh. "Put down your hat and coat, Mistair Kennedy," he hissed.
"So would I. Besides, it's healthy exercise," returned the boy. The Massanets occupied the second floor of a modest little flat of six rooms. It was a cheerful home, and Mrs. Massanet, a pleasant, middle-aged Frenchwoman, greeted Richard cordially. "You are indeed welcome, Mistair Dare," she said, with a beaming face. "Francois have tole me everything of you, and I feel as eef I know you long."
That is worthy of Monsieur Lecoq. And so you follow them to France but, surely, you have some more what you call definite address than that, Mistair Lester!" I could feel his eyes burning out from the shadows; I was thankful for the cigarette it helped me to preserve an indifferent countenance. "No," I said. "It seems rather a wild-goose chase, doesn't it? But you could advise me, Mr. Martigny.
"Suppose we had waited, and there had been no letter suppose, in consequence of waiting, we should be too late?" "Too late? Too late for what, Mistair Lester? What is it you fear for her?" "I don't know," I answered; "but something something. At least, we could not assume the responsibility of delay." "No," he agreed; "perhaps not. You are doubtless quite right to investigate.
"Why, Mistair Lester!" exclaimed Martigny's voice. "What is it? You have no illness, I hope!" "No," I murmured, "I'm just dead tired," and I started blindly for the stair. "Let me assist you," and he took my arm and helped me up; then went on ahead, opened my door, and lighted the gas. "Thanks," I said, as I dropped into a chair.
If I might from you borrow one " "Help yourself," I said, and held out to him my case, which was lying on the table at my elbow. "You are very good," he said, and then, as he stepped forward and saw me more distinctly, he uttered a little exclamation of surprise. "Ah, it is Mistair " "Lester," I added, seeing that he hesitated.
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