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He caught the drift of von Kerber's comment, and it did not help to further the scheme which the latter had in mind. "Mr. Royson?" came the quick growl. "What of him? Next to Tagg, he's the best man in the crowd." "Possibly, but I have reason to believe that he wishes to return to England." "He hasn't said so."
Stump, attended by the faithful Tagg, had enjoyed the "time of their lives" at Orme Castle, and when Mrs. Haxton, elegant as ever, but very quiet and reserved in manner, was living in a tiny villa at Bath, where Mr. Fenshawe's munificence had established her for the remainder of her days.
"Wot did I tell ye, Tagg?" he demanded fiercely, "Didn't I say that them fixins aft meant no good?" "You did," agreed Tagg, with equal asperity. Von Kerber caught the laughter in Dick's eyes, and checked the angry protest ready to bubble forth.
Stump, who would not leave the yacht, permitted Tagg and Royson to accept the proffered civility. They passed a pleasant evening, and saw the female acrobat negotiate a thirty-feet jump, head downward, taken through space by the automobile. Then they elected to walk to No. 3. Basin, a distance of a mile and a half. It was about eleven o'clock and a fine night.
He nearly swallowed a quid of tobacco before he answered: "That's correct. It struck two bells just arter they shoved off." "Do you know where Mrs. Haxton meant to go? I mean, was she making for the hotel?" "I didn't happen to hear, miss. But Mr. Tagg was talkin' to the lady. P'raps he can tell you."
But he's a first-rater, an' I, for one, will be sorry to lose him. If you don't take my word for it, ax Tagg. He knows a man when he see him, does Tagg, an' he hasn't forgotten that upper cut Mr. Royson gev' a land shark in Marseilles when the crowd set about you." Stump was profoundly moved, or he would not have made such a long speech, and von Kerber knew that his flank attack had failed.
"We'll see as she ain't lonely," ses George Smith, turning to Charlie. Charlie Tagg gave a bit of a cough and said it wanted considering. He said it was no good doing things in a 'urry and then repenting of 'em all the rest of your life.
Tagg, who had the courage which Providence sends to puny men, glanced up at Royson and laughed. "Your size saved us from a fight," he said. "That gang is up to mischief." "I wonder what they are planning," said Royson, looking back to see if he could distinguish any other wayfarers on the ill-lighted road. "Robbery, with murder thrown in," was Tagg's brief comment.
I will just lift our dazed friend into the victoria, and tell the cocher to give him a glass of cognac at the first cafe he comes to." This was done. Five minutes later, the first and second officers of the Aphrodite assisted their employer up the yacht's gangway. Leaving Tagg to explain to Stump what had happened, Royson took von Kerber to his cabin, and helped to remove his outer clothing.
The carriage drew nearer, and became dimly visible it was one of the tiny voiturettes peculiar to French towns. Suddenly the listeners heard a shout. The horse's feet ceased their regular beat on the roadway. Royson began to run, but Tagg vociferated: "Wait for me, you long ijiot! If you turn up alone they'll knife you before you can say 'Jack Robinson."
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