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This person has been representing himself as a French secret agent; he's enormously plausible. I feared he might attempt what I failed to do. If " Alice glanced at me, and I stepped to the wall and punched the button. "Antoine," I said, "tie the arms of the prisoner in the tool-house and bring him here." "A man in the tool-house!" Montani, Torrence, and Raynor ejaculated in concert.
Visitors from Stamford would hardly send in to the city for a machine." I bade him wait while I called the Elkton by telephone. No such person as Giuseppe Montani had spent the night there or had been a guest of the house within the memory of the clerk. Antoine's chest swelled at this confirmation of his suspicions.
I can see that you are impressed; but it ought to please you to know that I share your feeling of delicacy where she is concerned. And let me add that the Count Montani is animated by like feeling. So there we are, exactly on the same ground!" "You haven't answered my questions!" I blustered to hide my annoyance at being thrust further into the dark. "You don't understand Mrs.
Raynor and Montani decided after a conference that the German agent should be taken to New York immediately, and I called Flynn to drive them down. "It's most fortunate, sir, that you sent for him just when you did!" announced Antoine, nearly bursting with importance. "The boys had heard queer sounds in the night, but could find nothing wrong.
His imagination must have time to adjust itself." "Ah, the imagination!" sighed Alice with her wistful smile. "How little patience the world has with anything but the soberest facts! Why should we bother about that lunatic Montani or the gentleman immured in the tool-house?
And so I have to pretend I'm in a story all the time. It's the only way I can keep happy. And so many people are in my story now, not only Montani and the poor fellow locked up at Barton oh, what if he should escape! Constance, it would be splendid if he should escape!" "I don't think it would be splendid if he escaped!" I exclaimed, sitting up very straight at the bare thought of such a calamity.
"I haven't," I remarked with an attempt at severity, "quite your knack of ignoring disagreeable facts. There was Montani right in front of me, jumping like a jack-in-the-box every time you flourished your fan. There's that fellow we've got locked up at Barton " "Just hear the man, Constance!" she interrupted with her adorable laugh.
"Oh, yes," murmured Alice, "that's the pleasantest chapter of all. Our grenadiers captured a whole invading army that made a night attack one of the most remarkable engagements of the present war, Mr. Torrence." "The battle of the Bell-Hops," I suggested. "The prisoner will be here in a moment." While we waited Montani produced a photograph, instantly recognizable as a likeness of our prisoner.
What she had told so frankly and plausibly did not, however, touch upon the matter of the interest shown by the American State Department in my aunt's arrival at Barton, which troubled me much more than the antics of the Italian who had followed the women across the Pacific. Count Montani arrived shortly and was received in the drawing-room. The ladies greeted him with the greatest cordiality.
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