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"I put him off until six o'clock," replied the Chief, "he knows Nur-el-Din, and he may be able to give Marigold some pointers about this affair. You're off to see Miss Mackwayte now, I suppose. You know where she's staying? Good. Well, I'll say good-bye, Okewood. I shan't see you again..." "You won't see me again? How do you mean, sir?" "Because you're going back to France!"
So I told him my whole story from the beginning. When I had finished, he said: "You appear to have a very fine natural disposition for our game, Okewood. It seems a pity to waste it in regimental work ..." I broke in hastily. "I've got a few weeks' sick leave left," I said, "and after that I was looking forward to going back to the front for a rest. This sort of thing is too exciting for me!"
"These fellows, my dear Okewood, move in darkness. Very often we have to grope after 'em in darkness, too. They don't get shot, or hardly ever; they are far too clever for that. Between us and them it is a never-ending series of move and countermove, check and counter-check. Very often we only know of their activities by enemy action based on their reports.
They had just finished when the sound of a car outside attracted their attention. On the road beyond the little bridge outside the inn Francis and Desmond Okewood were standing, helping a woman to alight.
The plain clothes man took a pace forward and touched the dancer's slender wrists, there was a click and she was handcuffed. "Now take her in there," said Matthews pointing to the bar. "There's no exit except by this room. And don't take your eyes off her. You understand? Mr. Okewood will be along presently with a female searcher."
There on top of the mole, exposed to the keen blast of the wind, a large limousine was standing. A chauffeur, who looked blue with cold, got down from his seat as Desmond emerged from the stairs and touched his cap. "Major Okewood?" he asked. "That's my name!" said Desmond. "If you'll get in, sir, we'll start at once!" the man replied.
Ah, Major Okewood!" Nur-el-Din sank into a bergere chair beside her great mirror. "There are too many in this room," she cried, "there is no air! Lazarro, Ramiro, all of you, go outside, my friends!" As Madame's entourage surged out, Strangwise said: "I hear you are leaving the Palaceum, Marcelle!" He spoke so low that Mr. Mackwayte and Barbara, who were talking to Desmond, did not hear.
"Between him and this girl here I think we ought to be able to recover Strangwise's lost property for him!" "But you haven't got Okewood yet!" observed the lady in a mocking voice. The man looked evilly at her, his heavy, fat chin set square. "But we shall get him, never fear. With a little bird-lime as attractive as this " He broke off and jerked his head in the direction of Barbara.
"It's not the custom of either service, Okewood," he said, "to send a man to certain death. You're not in this creepy, crawly business of ours. You're a pukka soldier and keen on your job. So I want you to know that you are free to turn down this offer of mine here and now, and go back to France without my thinking a bit the worse of you." "Would you tell me something about it?" asked Desmond.
You with your head in a noose, a spy that has failed in his mission, a miserable wretch that I can send to his death with a flip of my little finger! You impudent hound! Well, you'll get your deserts this time, Captain Desmond Okewood ... but I'll have that paper first!" Roaring "Give it to me!" he rushed at me like some frenzied beast of the jungle.
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