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She had spirit enough for anything; but her nerves were all on edge she was so easily tired, so easily startled. Day after day, and night after night; it was evident that at this rate she and Tyson were bound to see each other some time, somewhere. Stanistreet wondered whether that thought had ever occurred to her.
There was no direct reply, but after a moment Stanistreet announced quietly: "This seems to be an authentic paper.... Monsieur Duchemin, what knowledge precisely have you of the nature of this document?" "Surely monsieur cannot have overlooked the circumstance that its seals were intact." "True," Stanistreet admitted. "Still...." "I trust Monsieur does not question my good faith?" "Why not?"
Martin Rogers, and never could I have conceived such an indecorous piece of business, men like them calling one another 'tyro, 'dreamer, and in one place 'block-head. Stanistreet denied that the perfumed odour of almonds attributed to the advancing cloud could be due to anything but the excited fancy of the reporting fugitives, because, said he, it was unknown that either Cn, HCn, or K4FeCn6 had been given out by volcanoes, and the destructiveness to life of the travelling cloud could only be owing to CO and CO2.
There are fallacies in the logic of facts. "No, no," she said, getting up to go. "It was Captain Stanistreet I meant." Again Miss Batchelor smiled. This was proof positive the last stone. Mrs. Nevill's account of herself, though somewhat highly colored, was substantially true.
"Precisely," assented "Karl." "Proceed, Monsieur Duchemin." "It is an affair of some delicacy.... Do we speak alone, Colonel Stanistreet?" "Mr. Blensop is my confidential secretary...." "Oh, no objection. Still if I may venture the suggestion those windows open upon a garden, I take it?" "Yes. Blensop, be good enough to close the windows." "Certainly, sir."
As it happened, in his ignorance he seemed to have been perpetually blundering up against the circumstance. He went on clumsily enough "If it was, I didn't know it, and if I had known it, it wouldn't have interested me in the least. You interest me; you are, and always will be, unique." "You're an awful fool, Stanistreet. By your own admission Morley is acquainted with this charming romance."
By its magnificent unlikelihood, the idea that Sir Peter Morley, M.P., was fascinated by her daughter extinguished every other. So possessed was Mrs. Wilcox by the idea of Sir Peter that she had never thought of Stanistreet. In any case Stanistreet was the last person she would have thought of. He came and went without her notice, a familiar, and therefore insignificant, fact of her daily life.
This vision of his end contenting him, he began to scheme a campaign for the day that was simple enough in prospect: a little chicanery with Stanistreet, a personal appeal to Crane to restore the passports of Monsieur Andre Duchemin which must have been found on Ekstrom's body, a berth on some steamer sailing for Europe, then the last evanishment.
Ember, I'll do my best to persuade Colonel Stanistreet " "I repeat, my business is of the most pressing nature. Can't you arrange for me to see your employer to-night?" "It is utterly impossible." Lanyard accepted defeat with a bow. "To-morrow at nine, then," he said, turning toward the door by which he had entered. "At nine," said Mr. Blensop, generous in triumph.
To that lithe and debonair figure Lanyard's gaze oftenest reverted. So not only had the necklace been stolen but "a document" which the British Secret Service "could ill afford to part with"! Lanyard entertained no least doubt as to the identity of the document in question. There could be but one, he felt, which Stanistreet would so characterize.
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