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Dartrey explained his intimate acquaintance with certain modern writings and his marvellous familiarity with many of the classics, as he and his host walked down together along one of the narrow paths. "You see, Tallente," he said, "I have never been a practical politician. I dare say that accounts for my rather peculiar position to-day.
The inspector completed his climb and stood in the little circle of light. He took note of the rope and of Tallente's condition. "My presence here, sir," the inspector announced, "is connected with the disappearance of the Honourable Anthony Palliser." "Confidence for confidence," Tallente replied. "So is mine." The inspector moved to the palisading.
At a question cunningly framed by Dartrey, Tallente rose in the House to defend his position, and acting on the soundest axiom of military tactics, that the best defence is attack, he turned upon Miller, and with caustic deliberation exposed the plot framed for his undoing.
"I still detest force and compulsion of every sort, but I recognise its necessity in our present civil life far more than I did in a war which was, after all, a war of politicians." Nora Miall leaned over from her chair and laid her hand on Tallente's arm. After Miller's raucous tones, her voice sounded almost like music. "Mr. Tallente," she said, "I can understand your feeling aggrieved.
"I could," Tallente admitted, "but why? I have nothing to say to him. I can't conceive what he could have to say to me. There are always pressmen loitering about Downing Street, who would place the wrong construction on my visit. You saw all the rubbish they wrote because he and I talked together for a quarter of an hour at Mrs. Van Fosdyke's?"
I keep in with her because when the revolution comes she is going to save me from the guillotine, aren't you, Nora?" "My revolution won't have anything to do with guillotines," the girl laughed back, "and if you really want to have a powerful friend at court, pin your faith on Mr. Tallente." Lady Clanarton shook her head. "I have known Andrew, my dear, since he was in his cradle," she said.
Tallente silently admitted his identity, waved the inspector back to his seat the one high-backed and uncomfortable chair in the room and took an easy-chair himself. "I have come over, sir," the man continued, "according to instructions received by telephone from Scotland Yard.
It is Thursday week you're going for us again, isn't it?" "Many things may happen before then," Tallente replied, with a little affirmative nod. "Dartrey may decide that I am too expensive a luxury and make friends with Miller." "I don't think that's likely," Horlock pronounced. "Dartrey is a fine fellow, although he is not a great politician.
The strain of a long day had passed. It was the pleasure-seekers alone who thronged the thoroughfares. Tallente turned and looked into the corner of the cab, to meet a soft, reflective gleam in Nora's eyes. "Isn't London wonderful!" she murmured dreamily. "On a night like this it always seems to me like a great human being whose pulses you can see heating, beating all the time."
Tallente dismissed the cab and walked back towards his rooms. His light-heartedness was passing away with every step he took. The cheerful little groups of pleasure-seekers he encountered seemed like an affront to his increasing melancholy. Once more he had to reckon with this strange new feeling of loneliness which had made its disturbing entrance into his thoughts within the last few years.
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