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"Monsieur was expecting, perhaps, another sort of visitor?" he asked. I shook my head. "I really hadn't thought about it," I said. "After what you told me last night I have been feeling quite comfortable." "Do you know that it is doubtful whether Monsieur Tapilow will live?" Louis asked. "It was the just payment of a just debt," I answered.
If I have to pay the penalty for taking the law into my hands over the man Tapilow, I am ready to answer at any time. As for you and Delora, and the others of you, whoever they may be, it will be war with you also, if you will. I intend, for the sake of the little girl upstairs, to solve all this mystery, to take her away from it if I can." Louis' eyes had narrowed.
"Was Tapilow one of those?" I demanded. Louis nodded gravely. "Monsieur Tapilow was one of those who claimed a share, but he was not willing to run the smallest risk," he assented. "And for that reason," I remarked, "he is well out of the way! I understand. There is one more question, Louis, and it is one which you must answer me truthfully.
She had evidently made up her mind that Louis had taken me there with the object of meeting Tapilow, and for some reason the truth was interesting to her. "It was a quarrel about a woman, of course," she murmured, "the friend of monsieur, or perhaps a relation. I am jealous! Tell me, then, that it was a relation."
"If I had not seen you bear yourself as a man of courage I should have been tempted to congratulate your army upon its freedom from your active services. You have no more to say to me?" "Nothing more," I answered. "To-morrow morning at eleven o'clock," Delora said, "you will be arrested for the attempted murder of Stephen Tapilow."
I had not had time to buy any papers or magazines, but, after all, I had enough to interest me in my thoughts. Of Tapilow I scarcely thought at all. He and I had met, and I had kept my oath. So far as I was concerned, that was the end. I had not even any fears for my own safety as regards this matter. My interview with Decresson and his friend had had a curiously convincing effect upon me.
Louis smiled. "I myself," he remarked, "am but a rare visitor there. How should I tell?" "Louis," said I, "why not be honest with me? I am certainly not a person to be afraid of. I am very largely in your hands over the Tapilow affair, and, as you know, I have seen too much of the world to consider trifles. I do not believe that Mr. Delora came to London to sell his crop of coffee.
Monsieur Decresson smiled grimly. "What happens in the Cafe des Deux Epingles," he said, "happens outside the world. Without special permission it would not be possible for Monsieur Tapilow to speak to the police of this assault. Buy your Figaro every evening," he continued, "and soon you will read. In the meantime, I recommend you, monsieur, not to stay too long in Paris."
He was badly hurt, that poor Monsieur Tapilow." "Mademoiselle," I assured her, "there are times when the risk counts for nothing." "Are all Englishmen so gallant?" she murmured. "Mademoiselle," I answered, "with the same inducement, yes!" "Monsieur has learned how to flatter," she remarked. "It is an accomplishment which I never mastered," I declared. She sighed.
All the time I knew quite well that she carried on this little war of words impatiently. There were other things of which she desired to speak. "Tell me, monsieur," she said, "what had he done to you, this man Tapilow?" I shook my head. "You must forgive me," I said. "That is between him and me." "And Monsieur Louis," she murmured. "Louis knew nothing about it," I declared. She seemed perplexed.
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