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"After that I shall not stir out all day. Telephone me if you have any news. Why not dine with us tonight?" Theydon's eyes sparkled. He was longing to meet Evelyn Forbes once more, but a wretched doubt diminished the glow of gratification which the prospect brought.
Furneaux, with that phenomenally clear mind of his, had perceived and expressed in one trenchant sentence the outstanding and almost unique feature of the tragic mystery which centered around the death of Edith Lester. Theydon's connection with either international finance or the rebirth of China was remote as that of the man in the moon.
No question could have thrown a more vivid light into the somber depths of a crime which promised to transcend in interest and importance any similar occurrence in Great Britain during the previous decade. "Doubtless," he said. "Of course, I have not yet seen Mr. Forbes, but we have a mine of information here," and he laid a friendly hand on Theydon's arm.
Forbes's house in Belgravia, while Bates disposed himself and the dressing case on top of a northbound omnibus. The mere change of clothing, aided by the stimulant, had cleared Theydon's faculties.
He heard it distinctly. "Of course I am certain," she cried. "Why won't you be candid? You know I am right I can tell it from your voice, and your guarded way of talking " An inspiration came to Theydon's relief in that instant. "Pardon the interruption," he said, "but I must point out that both of us are acting unwisely in discussing such matters over the telephone.
Furneaux and his prisoner at Bow Street and was on the way to my city office, when I suddenly felt faint for want of food, as I ate hardly any breakfast this morning, and only drank a cup of coffee in Mr. Theydon's place. So I returned to the Carlton, where I met a friend, a business associate, who remained for a chat while I had a meal.
Some membrane or film of tissue which might have served hitherto to shut off from Frank Theydon's cheery temperament any real knowledge of the pitfalls which may beset the path of the unwary seemed in that instant to shrivel as though it had been devoured by flame.
Theydon's voice literally quavered. For the first time in his life he knew why a woman shrieks in the stress of sudden excitement. "Tell Mr. Forbes I am still engaged with the gentlemen from Scotland Yard," he gasped. "I'll give him a call the moment I'm free. He will understand. Anyhow, I can't explain further now." "Yes, sir," and Bates disappeared. "Mr. Forbes?
When, if ever, I am tempted to preen myself on some peculiarly close piece of ratiocinative reasoning, I shall say: 'Little man, pigmy, remember the gray car." "You think that some one had the impudence to follow us, watch us in Waterloo, and take up Theydon's trail when we had revealed it?" "A-ha. It touched you, too, did it?" "But why?" "The some one in question wants to know that."
It was either directly after you came in, or while Bates was absent. Of course you may have looked out twice. Did you? Whether once or twice, why did you do it?" Theydon's feelings changed rapidly while Winter was delivering this very convincing analysis of a few simple facts.
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