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I have always found them most useful. I went amongst them, making careful inquiries about Phyllis Poynton and her brother. They were like men struck dumb. Their mouths were closed like rat-traps.
"It would help Mademoiselle, perhaps, if she knew where the young gentleman spent the evening before he disappeared?" she inquired mysteriously. "Of course! That is just what I want to find out." Marie smiled. "There is a young man here in the barber's shop, Mademoiselle," she announced. "He remembers Monsieur Poynton quite well. He went in there to be shaved, and he asked some questions.
"The telegram," Duncombe said slowly, "is in French. He asks me to wire him at once the names of all the guests at Runton Place." Andrew struck the table a mighty blow with his clenched fist. "I knew it!" he cried. "It was her laugh, her voice. Phyllis Poynton is there!" Duncombe looked at his friend incredulously. "My dear Andrew," he said, "be reasonable.
If you have anything to do with her you are injuring Phyllis Poynton. She is not here to give you information. She is at work for her own ends." "You are becoming more communicative, my friend," Andrew said, with something which was almost a sneer. "You did not talk so freely a few minutes back. It seems as though we were on the eve of a discovery."
The young lady and her father in that omnibus were introduced to me by Runton himself as Mr. and Miss Fielding. They are going to his house as his guests. Naturally, therefore, he knows all about them. Miss Poynton, as you have told me more than once, is an orphan." "Common-sense won't even admit it as a matter of argument," Andrew said. "I know that quite well.
"Undoubtedly," Duncombe answered. "The advice you gave me before was, I know, good. It was confirmed a few hours following, and, as you know, I followed it." "Then listen," the Vicomte said. "L'affaire Poynton is in excellent hands. The young lady will come to no harm. You are here, I know, because you are her friend. You can help her if you will." "How?" Duncombe asked.
The devotion of Poynton and his wife to the faith of their fathers is evidenced by the fact that he several times made the long journey from his home to Sydney to interest the church authorities in the wants of the New Zealand Irish Catholics, and that she twice made the same arduous trip to have her children baptized.
"I thank you," Monsieur Louis answered. "I think that we will not ring the bell. It would be a pity to disturb an interview to which I have looked forward with so much pleasure." "L'affaire Poynton?" Spencer suggested. "Precisely!" "You have perhaps come to complete the little affair in which so far you have succeeded so admirably?"
It is Phyllis Poynton you will harm. I see that your friend is listening, and Mademoiselle is impatient. Make your excuses for ten minutes, Andrew. You will never regret it." The detective, who had evidently overheard everything, stepped back to them.
You had never even heard her name before I sent for you. You went abroad, like the good fellow you are, to find her for me. You assure me that you have discovered nothing. Let me put you upon your honor, George. Is this absolutely true?" "I have discovered nothing about Phyllis Poynton," Duncombe declared quietly. "About Miss Fielding then?"
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