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Dad made a move out West, and I had a fancy for making a little trip this way." "Kind of lonesome, isn't it?" he asked. "In a way," she sighed. "Still, I am going on presently to where I fancy I shall meet a few friends." "And meanwhile," he remarked, "you are still friendly with Jocelyn Thew, and you dined last night, didn't you, with the man who has sworn to hunt him down?"
He may, on the other hand, find that his immunity will last but a very short time." Jocelyn Thew nodded in calm acquiescence. "I am at a loss," he said, "to account for your somewhat melodramatic tone, but I really do not think that Miss Beverley has very much to fear." "There I agree with you," Crawshay declared.
Gant had come direct from Frisby, the little village near Chester where he had left the body of Phillips. It is obvious, therefore, that Gant had the papers with him when he joined Jocelyn Thew. They travelled to London together but parted at Euston, Gant going to a cheap hotel in the vicinity of Regent Street, whilst Thew drove to the Savoy.
"I'll tell you, Nora," he promised. "Perhaps it'll do me good to listen how the story sounds as I tell it. First of all, let us have the thing straight. Jocelyn Thew never helped me into trouble. I was in it, right up to the neck, when I met him." "You kept it to yourself," she murmured curiously. "Because I was a fool," he answered, "and because I believed I could pull things straight.
Thew watched the long train crawl out of the station, waved his hand in farewell, forced a greeting upon the reluctant Brightman, whom he passed examining the magazines upon a bookstall, and, summoning a taxi, was duly deposited at the Alhambra Theatre. He made his way to the box office. "I have called," he explained to the young man, "to see you about Box A on Monday night.
"London is a queer place in many ways, especially about clothes. You're either right or you're wrong, and you've got to be right, Nora. We'll see about it presently." They left the room together. Crawshay looked after them with interest. "This affair," he told his companion, "grows hourly more and more interesting. You've been up against Jocelyn Thew, you tell me.
The two had strolled together to the side of the ship to watch a shoal of porpoises go by. "I see that you are acquainted with our hero of the seaplane," Jocelyn Thew remarked. She nodded. "I met him once at Washington and once at the polo games." "Tell me what you think of him?" She smiled. "Well," she confessed, "I scarcely know how to think of him.
Can't you hear them, how they will whisper in the lobby after we have left? 'Jocelyn Thew is entertaining a young Flying Corps man on leave from the front, the brother of Miss Beverley, who has already helped him. What does that mean? Then they will put their fingers to their noses and you, too, will probably be watched, Dick.
Not one of them has written a letter or dispatched a parcel which has not been investigated, nor have they made a call or even entered a shop without being watched. It seems absolutely impossible that they can have taken any steps towards the disposal of the documents since Jocelyn Thew arrived in London." "Have they given any indication of their future plans?"
Jocelyn Thew stepped into a room on the right-hand side of the entrance and, making his way to the window, glanced cautiously out. There was no sign anywhere of the little man. Then he turned towards the bar, around which a motley group of Italians and Hungarians were gathered.
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