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Updated: May 1, 2025
I do not wish Cossey and Son to know that I have taken up this investment on my own account. In fact, so necessary to me is it that my name should not be mentioned, that if it does transpire before the affair is completed I shall withdraw my offer, and if it transpires afterwards I shall call the money in. The loan will be advanced by a client of Mr. Quest's. Is that understood between us?"
Then he gripped his revolver firmly in his hand and turned towards Craig's tent. There was something in the breathless stillness of the place, at that moment, which seemed almost a presage of coming disaster. Without knowing exactly why, Quest's fingers tightened on the butt of his weapon.
Quest's house in Georgia Square?" The Inspector obeyed and took his place in the luxurious limousine. "How beautifully punctual we are!" she continued, glancing at the clock. "Inspector, I am so excited at the idea of getting my jewels back. Isn't Mr. Quest a wonderful man?" "He's a clever chap, all right," the Inspector admitted.
They were looking from the heights of the Dun, and the Flower of Allen was with them. She, for she had a quest's eye, called out that the master of the Fianna was coming over the ridges to the Dun, and she ran from the keep to meet you." "It was not I," said Fionn. "It bore your shape," replied Gariv Cronan. "It had your armour and your face, and the dogs, Bran and Sceo'lan, were with it."
"Four minutes," the man replied. "I've got another wheel ready. That's the queerest blow-out I ever saw, though." The two men leaned over the tire. Suddenly Quest's expression changed. His hand stole into his hip pocket. "Tom," he explained, "that wasn't a blow-out at all. Look here!" He pointed to the small level hole.
"Do look how angry this old woman seems." An elderly lady, dressed in somewhat oppressive black, with a big cameo brooch at her throat and a black satin bag in her hand, was being shown by the steward to a seat by Quest's side. She acknowledged the Captain's greeting acidly. "Good evening, Captain," she said.
A dull colour stained the pasty whiteness of Quest's face. For several minutes he stood there, his fingers working and picking at each other, his pale, prominent eyes glaring. "That's a big indictment, doctor," he said at last. "Thank God you think it so," returned the doctor.
The Professor gripped Quest's arm as they ascended the stairs. "What is this?" he asked hoarsely. "What is it you wish to do?" "It's just an idea of my own," Quest replied. "I rather believe in that sort of thing. I want to confront him with the result of his crime." The Professor stopped short. His eyes were half-closed. "It is too horrible!" he muttered.
And you'd better step upstairs to the laboratory and give my compliments to Inspector French, and say that I hope he and Miss Laura will join us at Delmonico's for luncheon at one o'clock." "Very good, sir," the man replied. Lenora's face was suddenly transformed. She passed her arm through Quest's. He stooped and kissed her as he led her towards the door.
Quest's office, that, as all the Boisingham world knows, was just opposite the church, of which Mr. Quest was one of the churchwardens, and which but two years before was beautifully restored, mainly owing to his efforts and generous contributions. Driving up to the small and quiet-looking doorway of a very unpretentious building, George descended and knocked.
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