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That the several members of the Monk party had been working in entire accord, as a close corporation; in which case the person whom the Comte de Lorgnes had expected to meet in Lyons must have been Monk Phinuit or Jules.
"Well," said Phinuit, momentarily but very slightly discountenanced "you've been uncommon' damn' useful, you know... I mean, according to mademoiselle." "Useful?" Lanyard enquired politely. "He calls it that," Liane Delorme exclaimed, "when I tell him you have saved my life!" She swept indignantly through the door by which Monk and Phinuit had come to greet them.
You could see if it was a clear day." "But it is not a clear day." "Suppose it gets thicker, a sure-enough fog? We may not see land before midnight." "Then till midnight we must wait. No, Monsieur Phinuit, I will not be hurried.
"I have a poor head for whiskey." "Thanks for the tip." "Pardon?" "I mean to say," Phinuit explained, "I'm glad to have another weakness of yours to bear in mind." "You are interested in the weaknesses of others, monsieur?" "They're my hobby." "Knowledge," Monk quoted, sententious, "is power." "May I ask what other entries you have made in my dossier, Mr. Phinuit?" "You won't get shirty?"
"But I am by no means sure you do not laugh at me too much, as it is." "Rot!... Tell you what." Phinuit sat up with a gleaming eye of inspiration. "You can entertain mademoiselle and me no end, if you like. Spill the glad tidings." "Glad tidings?" "Now don't monkey with the eyebrows please!
The door slammed, and the sound of the key turning in the lock followed. Monk trained the eyebrows into a look of long-suffering patience. "A glass too much... Seein' things!" "No," Lanyard voiced shortly his belief; "you are wrong. Liane saw something." "Nobody questions that," Phinuit yawned.
"Your debt to me is fully discharged, Liane. But, messieurs, one question: Knowing I am determined to restore these jewels to their owner, why this open handedness?" "Cards on the table," said Phinuit. "It's the only way to deal with the likes of you." "In other words," Monk interpreted: "you have under your hand proof of our bona fides."
Phinuit hinted hopefully. "And shall be till we drop the pilot, thanks." "If I hadn't seen de Lorgnes make that safe sit up and speak, and didn't know you were his master, I'd be tempted to bat an eye or two. However...." Phinuit sighed despondently. "What can I do now to entertain you, dear sir?" "You might have pity on my benighted curiosity...." "Meaning this outfit?"
Phinuit was desolated to think he might be imposing on madame's good nature, but the accident was positive, the night truly inclement, madame la comtesse was already suffering from the cold, and if one might beg shelter for her and the gentlemen of the party while one telephoned or sent to Nant for another automobile....
"No telling when this misbegotten fog will close in and force us to slow down to half-speed or less in crowded waters, too!" "And very sensible, I'm sure," Phinuit agreed heartily. "Whatever happens, we musn't be late for our date with Friend Boss, must we?" "We'll keep it," Monk promised grimly, "if we have to feel every inch of our way in with the lead.
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