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He heard Phinuit's voice utter in accents of malicious amusement: "Barring, of course, the possibility of connivance on the part of officers or crew." "Don't be an ass!" Monk snapped. "Don't be unreasonable: I am simply as God made me." "Well, it was a nasty job of work." "Now, listen." Phinuit rose to leave, as one considering the conference at an end.
I can smell my way in, if it comes to that, through the blindest fog the Atlantic ever brewed." "Then you do things with your nostrils, too?" Phinuit enquired innocently. "I've often wondered if all the intellect was located in the eyebrows." Monk glared, growled, and hastily sought the air of the deck. Liane Delorme eyed Phinuit with amused reproach. "Really, my young friend!"
Phinuit looked up from the carte with an enquiring, receptive smile; the waiter grinned broadly. But the cause of all this merriment wore only an expression of slightly pained bewilderment on his death-mask of a face. At that moment arrived the calèche which Duchemin had commanded to drive him to the château; and with a ride of two miles before him and rain imminent, he had no more time to waste.
Why she had not done so, why she had permitted Monk and Phinuit to play their comedy of offering him the jewels, passed understanding. But of one thing Lanyard felt reasonably assured: now that she had him to all intents and purposes her foiled and harmless captive aboard the Sybarite, Liane would not keep him waiting long for enlightenment as to her intentions.
Lanyard slowly inclined his head: "I regret I must beg to be excused." "You damned fool!" "Pardon, monsieur?" A look of fury convulsed Liane's face. Phinuit, too, was glaring, no longer a humourist. Monk's mouth was working, and his eyebrows had got out of hand altogether. "I said you were a damned fool " "But is not that a matter of personal viewpoint?
Lanyard entertained for a moment a vivid imaginary picture of the scene in the saloon when Phinuit had surprised the Apache in the act of strangling Monk; a picture that Phinuit subsequently confirmed substantially in every detail....
Lanyard assented, and Phinuit deliberated over the question. "I don't know as I ought in the absence of my esteemed associates.... But what's bothering you most?" "I have seen something of the world, monsieur, and as you are aware not a little of the underside of it; but never have I met with a combination of such peculiar elements as this possesses.
He retained, however, sufficient presence of mind neatly to disarm Phinuit before that one guessed what he was about. After that second blow, the Sybarite remained at a standstill, but the continued beating of her engines caused her to quiver painfully from trucks to keelson, as if in agonies of death such as those which had marked the end of Popinot.
"At all events," Phinuit put in promptly, "I know what I would do if I possessed a little fortune in jewels, and learned that a thief of the ability of this Lone Wolf was at large in France: I would charter an armoured train to convey the loot to the strongest safe deposit vault in Paris."
"But, I take it, they were signed on before this present voyage was thought of; while you seem to imply that Captain Monk anticipated having to depend upon these good fellows in unlawful enterprises." "Maybe he did, at that," Phinuit promptly surmised, with a bland eye. "I wouldn't put it past him.
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