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"Unless I come forward and tell the truth of my dealings with you. The charges against Paul are false. I know it now. What have you to say?" he added in a low, hard voice. "A great deal of good that would do!" laughed Weirmarsh, selecting a cigarette from his gold case and lighting it, regarding his host with those narrow-set, sinister eyes of his. "It would only implicate Le Pontois further.
Have I not already declared that I am your friend, to assist you against that man Weirmarsh?" "Yes," she replied, "you have." "Then will you not heed my warning? There is distinct danger in your visit to France a danger of which you have no suspicion, but real and serious nevertheless. Don't think about spying; it is not that, I assure you." "How can I avoid it?"
Then, rising slowly from his chair, he said: "Ah! you do not fully realise what your refusal may cost you." "Cost what it may, Weirmarsh, I ask you to leave my house at once," said the general, scarlet with anger and beside himself with remorse. "And I shall give orders that you are not again to be admitted here." "Very good!" laughed the other, with a sinister grin.
So he had lived, and had come down there in response to the doctor's request over the telephone, resolved to face the music, if for the last time. He sat in the shabby old arm-chair and firmly refused to carry out the doctor's suggestion. But Weirmarsh, with his innate cunning, presented to him a picture of exposure and degradation which held him horrified.
Without duly counting the cost, he had declared at his last interview with Weirmarsh that their criminal partnership was now at an end. And the doctor had taken him at his word.
If they have, I'm awfully glad, for I hate that man!" "Did you overhear them?" asked Fetherston anxiously, apprehensive lest an open quarrel had actually taken place. He knew well that Josef Blot, alias Weirmarsh, was not a man to be trifled with. If Sir Hugh had served his purpose, as he no doubt had, then he would be betrayed to the police without compunction, just as others had been.
Doctor Weirmarsh was an enemy, and a formidable one. The mystery concerning the death of Bellairs had increased rather than diminished. Each step he had taken in the inquiry only plunged him deeper and deeper into an inscrutable problem. He had devoted weeks to endeavouring to solve the mystery, but it remained, alas! inscrutable. Enid and Mrs.
But he had, by his question, afforded her an opportunity of telling him the truth the truth that the mysterious George Weirmarsh was there, in that vicinity. That Enid was aware of that fact was certain to him. "I wish," she said at last, "I wish you would call at the château and allow me to introduce you to Paul and his wife. They would be charmed to make your acquaintance."
Providing you possess an evening suit or a low-necked dress, you can always rub shoulders with the monde and the demi-monde of London at a cost of a few shillings a head. The two men had supped and were chatting in French over their coffee and "triplesec." Gustav, Weirmarsh called his friend, and from his remarks it was apparent that he was a stranger to London. He was dressed with elegance.
Suddenly Sir Hugh turned and, looking the doctor squarely in the face as though divining his inmost thoughts, said in a hoarse voice tremulous with emotion: "Ah, you need not trouble yourself further, Weirmarsh. I have a big dinner-party to-night, but by midnight I shall have paid the penalty which you have imposed upon me I shall have ceased to live. I will die rather then serve you further!"
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