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"Excellency," choked Themar, horrified by the Baron's unprecedented display of passion, "there was a blunder I dared not tell." "Who blundered?" thundered his chief. "I. Granberry, I thought, was to go to his cousin's camp," panted Themar quaking. "I heard Sherrill telephone later he told some men " "You took the car " prompted the Baron icily.
"Merely," smiled the Baron with engaging candor, "that you are fully equipped with definite instructions which I am to see are fulfilled." "There is a girl," said Themar bluntly. The Baron stared. "What?" he rumbled sharply. "I I learned of her and of the cipher in Houdania!" stammered Themar. "You know something more of detail than you need to know," said the Baron dryly.
After a somewhat cautious inspection, Themar was hoisted aboard the scow and harnessed discreetly with ropes. Jem shared his companion's distrust of black-and-tans. With a tinkle of mule-bells the cortege faded away into the gray of dawn. Later, Mr.
"Excellency," burst forth Themar passionately as the door closed, "it is unfair " The Baron raised his hand in a gesture of warning. "Permit me, Themar," he said coldly as the sound of Philip's footsteps died away, "permit me to remind you that my secretary is quite unaware of our peculiar relations.
"Yes," said Tregar sadly, "Themar was a traitor." "I told him much," said Ronador, great drops of moisture standing forth upon his forehead. "It seemed that I must, to make him understand the urgent need of silencing Granberry forever. He cabled the news to Galituria and sold it. I am ill and discouraged. There is fever in my blood, Tregar, from this climate of eternal summer a fever in my head "
"I I did not know it was Poynter until he fell," urged Themar trembling. "Granberry and he are similar in build." "Who attempted to kill Miss Westfall?" blazed the Baron, shaking his valet into chattering subjection. "Excellency, I know not!" protested Themar swallowing painfully. "There was still another man he dashed ahead and stole the car."
Philip, about to close it, fancied he heard the stealthy rustle of paper beyond and swung it noiselessly back, halting in silent interest upon the threshold. Themar, the Baron's Houdanian valet, was intently transcribing upon his shirt-cuff, the contents of a paper which lay uppermost in the drawer of a small portable desk. Catlike, Philip stole across the room.
Until you come to me, however," he added with dignity, "I shall not meddle again." "I shall not come!" said Ronador imperiously. But the Baron was gone. Later, by the cypress pool, the gray monk and the minstrel talked long and earnestly of one who knew overmuch of the affairs of both. "There is but one thing more," faltered Themar at the end. "I may speak with freedom?"
He had racked Themar with insistent questions, he had quarreled again and again with the Baron since that night by the pool, until now he had at his finger-ends, the ways and days of Philip Poynter since the day the Baron had dispatched his young secretary upon the ill-fated errand to Diane.
"A pity!" said he with gentle, sarcastic apology in his eyes. "Such perfect work! And after all that infernal bother of stealing the key!" Philip lightly dropped the cuff into the pocket of his coat. "And the key, Themar," he reminded gently, "the key to the Baron's desk? . . . Ah, so it's still here. Excellent! And now that the drawer is locked again " The hall door creaked.
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