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"Let's go and rope him in." "Mr. Ledsam desired me to say, sir," the hall porter continued, "to any of his friends who might be here, that he will be in to lunch to-morrow." "Leave him to me till then," Wilmore begged. "He'll be all right directly. He's simply altering his bearings and taking his time about it. If he's promised to lunch here to-morrow, he will.
Francis shook his head dubiously. "Where to?" The bartender looked with narrowed eyes from one to the other of the two men. Then he suddenly froze up. Wilmore leaned a little further over the impromptu counter. "Jimmy," he asked, "what goes on here besides dancing and boxing and gambling?" "I never heard of any gambling," Jimmy answered, shaking his head.
Afterwards, both Francis and Andrew Wilmore marvelled at themselves, unable at any time to find any reasonable explanation of their conduct, for they answered this man neither with ridicule, rudeness nor civility. They simply stared at him, impressed with the convincing arrogance of his challenge and unable to find words of reply.
"You know that?" "I know that." "It would be a great achievement to get him off," Wilmore persisted. "The evidence is very weak in places." "I believe that I could get him off," was the confident reply. "That is why I will not touch the brief. I think," Francis continued, "that I have already conveyed it to you indirectly, but here you are in plain words, Andrew.
I was dining here that night, as you know, with Andrew Wilmore, and while he was ordering the dinner and talking to some friends, I went down to the American Bar to have a cocktail. Miss Daisy Hyslop and Fairfax were seated there alone and talking confidentially. Fairfax was insisting that Miss Hyslop should do something which puzzled her.
Lord Wilmore resided in Rue Fontaine-Saint-George. He was one of those English tourists who consume a large fortune in travelling. He hired the apartment in which he lived furnished, passed only a few hours in the day there, and rarely slept there. One of his peculiarities was never to speak a word of French, which he however wrote with great facility."
Wilmore was still a little puzzled. "You seem to imagine that you have something on your conscience as regards that business," he said boldly. "I have," was the calm reply. "Come," Wilmore protested, "I don't quite follow your line of thought.
The oars swung fore and aft, and Beauchamp sprang on deck. Wilmore had to decline Miss Halkett's invitation to him as well as his friend, and returned in his boat.
"Madame," replied Monte Cristo gravely, and gazing earnestly on the two liquid pearls that trickled down Julie's cheeks, "had Lord Wilmore seen what I now see, he would become attached to life, for the tears you shed would reconcile him to mankind;" and he held out his hand to Julie, who gave him hers, carried away by the look and accent of the count.
"I should like you to understand," he added, with a covert glance of warning, "that I have been devoting every effort, during the last few days, to the discovery of your friend's brother, Mr. Reginald Wilmore." "I am very glad to hear it," Francis replied shortly. "The boy's brother is one of my greatest friends."
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