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Rolles; he immediately recognised it for a part of the treasure stolen from Harry Hartley by the loiterer.
"Know them!" cried his friend; "why, the Prince is the finest gentleman in Europe, the only living creature who looks like a king; and as for Jack Vandeleur, if you can imagine Ulysses at seventy years of age, and with a sabre-cut across his face, you have the man before you! Know them, indeed! Why, you could pick either of them out of a Derby day!" Rolles eagerly hurried to the dining-room.
Rolles beheld this other fellow-passenger ushered by several porters into his place; certainly, there was not another man in the world whom he would not have preferred for it was old John Vandeleur, the ex-Dictator.
Rolles admitted that he had never even heard the name. "You may gather some notions from Gaboriau," resumed the stranger. "He is at least suggestive; and as he is an author much studied by Prince Bismarck, you will, at the worst, lose your time in good society." "Sir," said the curate, "I am infinitely obliged by your politeness." "You have already more than repaid me," returned the other.
Rolles; he immediately recognised it for a part of the treasure stolen from Harry Hartley by the loiterer.
Lady Camper's brows showed a trifling bewilderment. 'I am speaking of these young people, General Ople. 'I consent to everything beforehand, my dear lady. He should be, I say Mr. Rolles should be provided for. 'So should she, General, so should Elizabeth. 'She shall be, she will, dear madam. What I have, with your permission, if good heaven! Lady Camper, I scarcely know where I am.
"I take a particular interest in diamonds," replied Mr. Rolles, with an air of perfect self-possession. "Two connoisseurs should be acquainted. I have here a trifle of my own which may perhaps serve for an introduction." And so saying, he quietly took the case from his pocket, showed the Rajah's Diamond to the Dictator for an instant, and replaced it in security.
Rolles; he was one of those who think swiftly on dangerous occasions; he decided on a course of action of a singularly daring nature; and although he felt he was setting his life upon the hazard, he was the first to break silence. "I beg your pardon," said he. The Dictator shivered slightly, and when he spoke his voice was hoarse. "What do you want here?" he asked.
Between his feet stood an open hat-box; in one hand he held the sleeve of his sealskin great-coat; in the other a formidable knife, with which he had just slit up the lining of the sleeve. Mr. Rolles had read of persons carrying money in a belt; and as he had no acquaintance with any but cricket-belts, he had never been able rightly to conceive how this was managed.
He recovered himself with a stagger, and in three bounds crossed the intervening space and stood before the door in the verandah. In a small apartment, carpeted with matting and surrounded by glazed cabinets full of rare and costly curios, Mr. Vandeleur was stooping over the body of Mr. Rolles. He raised himself as Francis entered, and there was an instantaneous passage of hands.
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