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In silence the three men moved to the door and out, Phinuit with a brazen swagger, Jules without emotion visible, Monk with eyebrows adroop and flapping. But Lanyard interposed when Liane Delorme would have followed. "A moment, Liane, if you will be so good." She paused, regarding him with a sombre and inscrutable face while he produced from his coat-pocket a fat envelope without endorsement.
"I knew that would be his answer," Monk proclaimed, pride in his perspicuity shaping the set of his eyebrows. "That is why I was firm that we should wait no longer. You have four days in which to make up your mind, monsieur." "I shall need them." "I don't see why," Phinuit argued: "it's an open and shut proposition, if ever there was one."
"And what is to prevent me from going ashore with these at once?" "Nothing," said Phinuit. "But this is too much!" "Nothing," Phinuit elaborated, "but your own good sense." "Ah!" said Lanyard "ah!" and looked from face to face. Monk adjusted his eyebrows to an angle of earnestness and sincerity. "The difficulty is, Mr.
"If you could describe them, perhaps ?" "Useless, I am afraid; neither is an uncommon type. Any word picture of either would probably fit anyone of a score of people of the same life. Are you then acquainted with a man named Phinuit given name unknown an American?" "No." "Mr. Whitaker Monk, of New York?" "The millionaire?" "That is quite possible."
And with that feeling the outgrowth of our very abbreviated acquaintance think what a friendship might come of a real opportunity to get to know one another well." "Some other time, messieurs...." "But please!" Phinuit persisted "just think for one moment and do forget that pistol I know you've got in a handy pocket.
Phinuit had not returned, so there was no present opportunity to take further note of him; though Duchemin first inferred from Mr. Monk's manner, and later learned through a chance remark of his, that Phinuit was his secretary. Upon this Mr. Monk Duchemin concentrated close attention, satisfied that he had here to do with an extraordinary personality, if not one unique. Mr.
Phinuit and Liane Delorme were too busy to heed; quietly Lanyard slipped the pistol into a pocket and got to his feet. Then Swain came charging down the steps to find out what all the row was about, and to report which he did as soon as Monk was sufficiently recovered to understand those outrageous and darkly mysterious assaults upon the helmsman and Mr. Collison.
Regard it, if you will, from my view-point, that of an outsider, for one moment." Phinuit grinned. "It must give you furiously to think as you'd say." "But assuredly! Take, for example, yourself, a man of unusual intelligence, such as one is not accustomed to find lending himself to the schemes of ordinary criminals." "But you have just admitted that we're anything but ordinary."
An excellent visual memory reviewed successively the physical characteristics of Messieurs Monk, Phinuit and de Lorgnes, and their chauffeur Jules; with the upshot that Duchemin could have sworn that he had never before known any of these. And Madame la Comtesse? In respect of that one memory again drew a blank, but remained unsatisfied.
Neither Monk nor Phinuit had betrayed the least surprise on seeing Lanyard; and Phinuit had not even troubled to recognise the fiction which Liane had uttered in accounting for him.
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