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He said, "Why did you take so long to come?" "I was thinking, Joe." "And then you finally came." "Yes." He looked away and into unseen distances. Finally he cleared his throat and said, "Nadine, the first time I ever talked to you to any extent, I mentioned that I wanted to achieve the top in this status world of ours.
"Everybody seems to think I can't take care of myself with this foppish molly and his fancy swordsmanship. I've had fifteen years of combat." "Joe!" Nadine said, "don't be silly. The man's a professional assassin. This is his field, not yours." Joe said flatly, "On the other hand. I have a job to do and it doesn't involve being run out of Budapest."
Nadine could only stare as he ushered her into Phil Holland's presence. That crisp, efficient operator made much the same motions he had the first time Joe had met him here. Holding a chair for Nadine, shaking hands briskly with Joe and motioning to another chair for him. While they were getting settled, Frank Hodgson sauntered in, seemingly as lackadaisical and disinterested as ever.
I want to have a long talk with you. But, by the way, what are you doing here at this house, Nadine?" "Did I not tell you that I answered Doctor Crandall's advertisement for a nurse, and that this is my errand here? But what are you doing here?" "I may as well tell you the truth, Nadine," he said, despairingly, seeing that it would all come out sooner or later.
Frank Hodgson grinned at Nadine and laughed softly, "That's a gentle way of describing revolution." Holland looked at Joe Mauser and said briskly, "I'll try to take you off the hook as quickly as possible, Joe. Tell me, when you hear the word revolution, what comes first to your mind?" Joe, flustered, said, "Why, I don't know. Fighting, riots, people running around in the streets with banners.
The "descendant of Thibetan Kings" could not, of course, speak intelligibly, but the yellow sovereigns which he carried were the magic talisman which opened at once the pretty maid servant's softened heart. It was a long half hour before the happy Nadine Johnstone returned to join the kinsman of the Maharajah of Cashmere.
And the happy Major's heart was no lighter than Nadine's for the watchful Janet Fairbarn, now on duty, with her selected subordinates, wondered to see the pale-faced girl laugh merrily as she chatted over the garden wall with a strolling French peddler. "I may trade at the gate, may I not, Miss Janet," said Nadine, "or is that one of the crimes?" But Jules Victor had brought her a new life.
"I told him I had no relatives to consult, and that I'd like ever so much to go, but but I had heard that he was Nadine Holt's regular company. Oh, Jess, how angry he got when I said that! He flushed to the very roots of his dark hair. You ought to have seen him.
At that moment one of the servants passing along the porch stopped short at sight of the young woman in black, with the death-white face and flashing black eyes, peering into the ball-room from the long porch window. "They are having a great time in there," he said, jerking his head with a nod in the direction of the ball-room. "Yes!" returned Nadine Holt, sharply.
She said, cryptogrammicly, "We are going to see about doing something with your abilities other than shooting at people, or being shot at." When the car was parked, she led the way to an elevator. Joe said wryly, "Oh, great. I love mysteries. When do we find out who killed the victim?" Nadine looked at him from the side of her eyes. "I killed the victim," she said.
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