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A curious click issued from the throat of that distinguished Hungarian magnate, Count Ladislas Vassilan, and everyone present noticed it except the chief of the Detective Bureau. He, it would appear, was busy marshaling his thoughts. "For all practical purposes, our inquiry began there," he continued.
Hermione was open-eyed with surprise. "Mr. Curtis has not said a word of this to me," she cried, and her louder tone traveled across the room. "Said a word about what?" inquired Curtis, being not unwilling to break in on the conversation, which he thought had lasted quite long enough. "That my father and Count Vassilan had met you at your hotel." "No, not Count Vassilan," explained the detective.
"Suppose we idquire," growled Vassilan, and, mopping his nose with the Earl's handkerchief, he tugged viciously at the old-fashioned bell-pull which served the needs of visitors to the Rev. Thomas J. Hughes.
Now, as to Count Vassilan how long have you known him?" "About a year." "Has he been your suitor practically all that time?" "Yes. The first day we met I was told by my father that I ought to be proud if he chose me as his wife. So I hated him from the very beginning." "You took a dislike to him, I suppose?" "Yes, an instant and violent dislike. But that is not all.
When he cries 'Time' someone will go to Sing-Sing." Perhaps some attribute of the father revealed itself in the son, because Steingall, who thought at first that Devar had allowed his tongue to run away with him, fancied that the lawyer dropped his inquiries somewhat suddenly. "The Earl of Valletort and Count Vassilan are due now," he said, glancing at a clock.
Vassilan, too, having regained some degree of self-control, confirmed him in the belief that there must be some error in their reckoning, and agreed that they might save time by interviewing Mr. Hughes again.
Why have Count Vassilan and I been summoned here this morning by the police authorities?" Schmidt looked at Steingall, and the detective seemed to be almost at a loss for words. "I am not aware there is any particular call for hurry," he said. "Are you, my lord, and Count Vassilan thinking of returning to Europe to-morrow?"
You see, I understand that you are a gentleman I realize that, although I have plenty of money, I cannot offer to recompense you as I did that poor Jean de Courtois." "No," he agreed grimly. "Don't you grasp what this one-sided bargain implies? You are merely to pose as my husband until Count Vassilan leaves me in peace?" "Yes." "And then we are to obtain a divorce?" "You are, not I."
When Curtis received his share of the poisonous decoction so vaunted by Steingall, he faced the company, glass in hand, and saw Count Vassilan seated in a corner close to a window.
"I gather that Count Vassilan has no connection with the inquiry in fact, he is not interested in it." "He is, in a sense " began the Earl, but Vassilan grasped his arm, and evidently besought him to come away without another word. Though Valletort was in a towering rage, he obviously thought fit to fall in with his companion's views.
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