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Updated: May 29, 2025
You'd better go and see the show soon, though, for they tell me the lady is leaving the programme." "No!" exclaimed Strangwise so suddenly that Desmond turned round and stared at him. "I thought she was there for months yet..."
He had seen, too, the maid, Marie, in earnest conversation with Strangwise by the back gate on the fen. Had both Marie and Rass been in league with Strangwise against the dancer? And had Nur-el-Din discovered their treachery? His mind refused to follow these deductions to their logical sequence; for, black as things looked against Nur-el-Din, he could not bring himself to believe her a murderess.
Nur-el-Din had introduced them, Desmond remembered, on that fateful night when he had accompanied Strangwise to the Palaceum. Strange, how he was beginning to encounter the man Strangwise at every turn in this sinister affair. And then, with a shock that struck him like a blow in the face, Desmond recalled Barbara's parting words to him in the taxi.
Then I met her here when I got away from Germany a month ago; she was lonely, so I took her about a bit. Okewood, I'm afraid I was rather indiscreet." "How do you mean?" Desmond asked innocently. "Well," said Strangwise slowly, contemplating the end of his cigarette, "it appears that the lady is involved in certain activities which considerably interest our Intelligence.
But there, I mustn't say any more!" "But how on earth is Nur-el-what's her name concerned in this murder, Maurice?" Strangwise shrugged his shoulders. "Ah, you'd better ask the police. But I tell you she'll be getting into trouble if she's not careful!" Throughout this conversation Desmond seemed to hear in his ears Barbara's words: "That woman's afraid of your friend!"
The unkempt hair brushed down across the forehead, the thick glasses, the heavy moustache still formed together an impenetrable mask which Desmond's eyes failed to pierce. But now he recalled the voice. As Mortimer looked at him, the truth dawned on Desmond and he knew that the man standing beside him was Maurice Strangwise, his comrade-in-arms in France.
"By this time Strangwise and his party had got at least an hour clear start of us. I had set a man to repair the telephone and in the meantime was thinking of sending another on foot to Stanning to fetch one of our cars. Then I found the motor-bike and despatched one of the military policemen on it to Stanning.
Come what might, Mortimer, dead or alive, should be delivered up to justice that night. The housekeeper left the room and Desmond spoke. "I saw an officer I knew in the courtyard," he said. "Oh, Strangwise, I suppose!" said Mortimer carelessly. "There's nothing to fear from him, Bellward. He's of the beef and beer and no brains stamp of British officer. But how do you know Strangwise?"
But first," he pointed to Barbara who remained apparently lifeless in her chair, "bring her round. And then I think she'd better go to bed." "But what about the treatment to-night" asked Mrs. Malplaquet. Strangwise smiled mysteriously. "I'm not sure that any further treatment will be required," he said.
Come, come, the fellow's no earthly good to us! And he's a menace to us all as long as he's alive!" "Minna," said Strangwise, "you must trust me. Besides..." he leaned forward and whispered something in her ear. "Now," he resumed aloud, "you shall take Bellward downstairs and leave me to have a little chat with our friend here." To Bellward he added: "Minna will tell you what I said.
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