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"We are off for a glimpse of Montmartre," De Morbihan was explaining "Monsieur Bannon and I. He has not seen Paris in twenty years, he tells me. Well, it will be amusing to show him what changes have taken place in all that time. One regrets mademoiselle is too fatigued to accompany us. But you, my friend now if you would consent to make our third, it would be most amiable of you."
"Native-born, if it interests you." "Have I ever met you before?" "You have not." "My dear Count," Lanyard said, turning to De Morbihan, "do me the favour to introduce this gentleman." "Your dear Count will do nothing like that, Mr. Lanyard. If you need a name to call me by, Smith's good enough." The incisive force of his enunciation assorted consistently with the general habit of the man.
Twice he saw De Morbihan "flanning" elegantly on the Boulevards, and once he passed close by Popinot; but neither noticed him. Toward midnight of the third day, Lanyard, driving slowly westward on the boulevard de la Madeleine, noticed a limousine of familiar aspect round a corner half a block ahead and, drawing up in front of Viel's, discharge four passengers.
"A refresco, Vicente?" The best seat was for him. Caragol had forgotten his name as not worth while. Since he came from Vannes, he could not have any other name but Vicente. The first day that they chatted together, the marine, in love with his country, described to the cook the beauties of Morbihan, a great interior sea surrounded with groves and with islands covered with pines.
"A crook and all that? Miss Bannon, you know it!" "The Lone Wolf?" "You've known it all along. De Morbihan told you or else your father. Or, it may be, you were shrewd enough to guess it from De Morbihan's bragging in the restaurant.
As our mourning exempted us from all official receptions, we took the longest way round, by the Loire Valley, with its ancient castles, the wild country of Morbihan, and the picturesque scenery of Finistere. Our first stage was to Blois, where we went to see the castle, an historic gem, then on to Amboise, Saumur, Angers, Pont-de-Ce, and Nantes.
"I have brought you the mountain," De Morbihan assented. "One is grateful for small miracles...." But De Morbihan wouldn't laugh at his own expense; for a moment, indeed, he seemed inclined to take umbrage at Lanyard's levity. But the sudden squaring of his broad shoulders and the hardening of his features was quickly modified by an uneasy sidelong glance at his companion.
Lanyard interposed. "What am I to understand? That you wish me to accompany you to the ah den of the Pack?" "Where else?" De Morbihan grinned. "But where is that?" "I am not permitted to say " "Still, one has one's eyes. Why not satisfy me here?" "Your eyes, by your leave, monsieur, will be blindfolded." "Impossible." "Pardon it is an essential "
It was plain that they had supped merrily; the girl seemed in the gayest humour, Wertheimer a bit exhilarated, De Morbihan much amused; even Bannon bearing heavily on the Frenchman's arm was chuckling contentedly.
The two divisions of the French army at Dunkirk and Morbihan were held by cruiser squadrons capable of following them over the open sea if by chance they escaped, while the third division at Havre, which had nothing but flat boats for transport, was held by a flotilla well supported. Its case was hopeless.
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