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I can almost divine the meaning of his breaking in upon our conversation to-night. He needs an enemy he is thirsting for danger. He has found it!" Wilmore filled his pipe thoughtfully. At the first whiff of tobacco he began to feel more normal. "After all, Francis," he said, "aren't we a little overstrung to-night? Sir Timothy Brast is no adventurer.
While Wilmore talked, Francis watched. He was conscious of a curious change in the man's deportment at the mention of Reginald Wilmore's name. From being full of bumptious, almost condescending good-nature, his expression had changed into one of stony incivility. There was something almost sinister in the tightly-closed lips and the suspicious gleam in his eyes.
The fact of it is that in making my preliminary investigations with regard to the disappearance of Mr. Wilmore, I have stumbled upon a bigger thing. Before many weeks are past, I hope to be able to unearth one of the greatest scandals of modern times." "The devil!" Francis muttered. He looked thoughtfully, almost anxiously at his companion.
There was a gallant splendour in the vessel that threw a touch of glory on its mistress in the minds of the two young naval officers, as they pulled for her in the ship's gig. Wilmore sang out, 'Give way, men! The sailors bent to their oars, and presently the schooner's head was put to the wind. 'She sees we're giving chase, Wilmore said. 'She can't be expecting me, so it must be you.
Granted that Hilditch was a desperate criminal whom by the exercise of your special gifts you saved from the law, surely his tragic death balanced the account between you and Society?" "It might have done," Francis admitted, "if he had really committed suicide." Wilmore was genuinely startled. He looked at his companion curiously. "What the devil do you mean, old chap?" he demanded.
Ledsam and his friend Mr. Wilmore, the novelist, the other night, and I heard Mr. Ledsam, very much to my chagrin, announce his intention of abandoning a career in which he has, if he will allow me to say so," with a courteous bow to Francis "attained considerable distinction, to indulge in the moth-eaten, flamboyant and melodramatic antics of the lesser Sherlock Holmes.
Do you mean to tell me, then," Margaret went on, with a little shiver, "that father told you this was going to happen?" "He certainly did," Francis replied. "How his knowledge came I am not sure yet. But he certainly knew." "Have you anything else against him?" she asked. "There was the disappearance of Andrew Wilmore's younger brother, Reginald Wilmore.
"Our investigations, so far as regards the young man in question, however, do not point that way." Sir Timothy turned over his cigarette to look at the name of the maker. "Excellent tobacco," he murmured. "By-the-bye, what did you say the young man's name was?" "Reginald Wilmore," Francis told him. "A good name," Sir Timothy murmured. "I am sure I wish you both every good fortune in your quest.
Wilmore laid his hand upon his friend's shoulder and led the way towards two easy-chairs in the lounge. "I tell you what it is, old chap," he confided, "you'll be making yourself unpopular before long. Another criminal at large, thanks to that glib tongue and subtle brain of yours. The crooks of London will present you with a testimonial when you're made a judge."
"However, your excellency," said Andrea, "in consideration of Lord Wilmore, by whom I was recommended to you " "Yes, certainly," interrupted Monte Cristo; "but Lord Wilmore did not omit to inform me, my dear M. Andrea, that the season of your youth was rather a stormy one.
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