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"I hope monsieur will make himself quite comfortable," madame said, a broad smile of welcome upon her round face. "You will be comfortable enough under madame's care," Vervoort assured him. "She has had some well-known guests before now." "True, monsieur. More than one of them have been world-famous and well believed to be perfectly honest and upright." "Yes," laughed Vervoort.
"Someone is coming here to meet Monsieur Henfrey," Vervoort said. "Who is it?" "I don't know. I only received word of it the day before yesterday. A messenger from London, I believe." "Well, each day I become more and more mystified," Hugh declared. "Why Il Passero, whom I do not know, should take all this interest in me, I cannot imagine."
That you will have by special messenger very soon. Therefore remain patient." "Why are all these precautions being taken to prevent my arrest?" Hugh asked. "I confess I don't understand it." "Neither do I. But when Il Passero commands we all obey." "You are, I presume, his agent in Brussels?" "His friend not his agent," Vervoort replied with a smile. "Do you know Mademoiselle Lisette?" Hugh asked.
He said little of himself, but sufficient to cause Hugh to realize that his was one of the master minds of underground Europe. The young Englishman was naturally eager to further penetrate the veil of mystery surrounding Mademoiselle Yvonne, but he learned little or nothing. Vervoort either knew nothing, or else refused to disclose what he knew. Which, Hugh could not exactly decide.
"She was with me in Genoa." "Yes. We have met. A very clever little person. Il Passero thinks very highly of her. She has been educated in the higher schools, and is perhaps one of our cleverest decoys." Hugh Henfrey paused. "Now look here, Monsieur Vervoort," he exclaimed at last, "I'm very much in the dark about all this curious business. Lisette knows a lot concerning Mademoiselle Yvonne."
I heard last week that the doctors have said that she will never recover her mental balance." "What! Is she demented?" "Yes. The report I had was that she recognized nobody, except at intervals she knows her Italian manservant and calls him by name. I was ordered to tell you this." "Ordered by Il Passero eh?" The man Vervoort nodded in the affirmative.
"Surely, Dorise would be most careful not to betray me!" cried the young Englishman. "Well, somebody undoubtedly has." "I presume you are one of Il Passero's friends?" Hugh said with a smile. "Yes. Hence I am your friend," was the reply. "Have you heard of late how Mademoiselle Yvonne is progressing?" The man, who told his visitor his name was Jules Vervoort, shook his head. "She is no better.
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