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Updated: June 13, 2025
"My name is Barnes, Sydney Barnes. Morris Barnes was my brother." Wrayson pointed to a chair, into which his visitor subsided with exaggerated expressions of gratitude. He had very small black eyes, set very close together, and he blinked continually. The more Wrayson studied him, the less prepossessing he found him. "What can I do for you, Mr. Barnes?" he asked quietly.
I want her to go to the flat with me and see his clothes and picture, but she's scared. Mr. Wrayson, you might do me a good turn. She'll come if you'd go too!" "Do you know why I am here to-night?" Wrayson asked. "No! Why?" "To meet that young woman of yours," Wrayson answered. Barnes looked at him in amazement. "What do you mean?" he asked quickly. "You don't know her, do you?"
The window was open at the top, and he had distinctly heard the jingling of a hansom bell. He threw open the bottom sash and leaned out. A hansom cab was waiting at the entrance to the flats. Wrayson glanced once more instinctively towards the clock. Who on earth of his neighbours could be keeping a cab waiting outside at that hour in the morning?
"Damn it all! I'm not obliged to go there, am I?" Heneage exclaimed testily. Wrayson looked at him in amazement. Heneage, as a rule, was one of the most deliberate and even-tempered of men. "Of course not," he answered. "You won't mind telling me how the Colonel is, though, will you?" "I believe he is very well," Heneage answered, more calmly. "He doesn't come up to town so often this hot weather.
The girl rose to her feet. The packet was already transferred to the bosom of her dress. "I have told you my terms," she said. "Some of you know all about it, I dare say! Tell me the truth and you shall have the packet, any one of you." Wrayson leaned forward. "The truth is simple," he said earnestly. "We do not know. I can answer for myself. I think that I can answer for the others."
Wrayson laid down the receiver and turned round with a sudden sense of apprehension. There was a feeling of emptiness in the room. He had not heard a sound, but he knew very well what had happened. The door was slightly open and the room was empty. She had taken advantage of his momentary absorption to slip away. He stepped outside and stood by the lift, listening.
He does not look like a man who has no object in life." Wrayson glanced downwards at the empty stall. "Very likely," he admitted carelessly, "and yet, nowadays, it is a little difficult, isn't it, to do anything really worth doing, and not be found out? They say that the press is lynx-eyed." Louise leaned a little forward in her chair. "And you," she remarked, "are an editor!
"Women have queer tastes, you know. We like all sorts of men. I think I must ask Mr. Wrayson to bring you in to tea one afternoon. Would you like to come?" "Yes!" he answered. She nodded a farewell and turned to Wrayson. "As for you," she said under her breath, "you had better come soon if you want to make your peace with Louise." "May I come this afternoon?" he asked.
"He may be shielding some one." "If you are right," Mason said anxiously, "it is a serious affair." "Very serious indeed," Heneage assented. "I believe that he is realizing it." The Colonel came back looking a little disturbed. "Sorry, boys, but I must be off," he announced. "Wrayson has just telephoned to ask me to go down and see him. I'm afraid he's queer! I've sent for a hansom." "Poor chap!"
I have done what I could for you, and I will give you what advice I can, or help you in any way, if you care to come and see me. But you mustn't count on anything else." Barnes' face dropped. He was obviously disappointed. "You won't come and see the Baroness with me even?" he asked. "I think not," Wrayson answered. "To tell you the truth, I don't think that it would be of any use.
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