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Yet Joan Whitworth did come to Goodwood that year, though not upon this day. No one in that household had read the newspapers so carefully each day as Martin Hillyard. As the prospect darkened each morning, he was in a distress lest a letter should not have been forwarded from his flat in London, or should have been lost in the post.
"Because, señor, there are other contrabandists besides José Medina; one little group at Tarragona and another near Garucha and they would all be very glad to see José Medina get into trouble with the British and the French. His feluccas fly the British flag and his factories are on French soil. There would be an end of José Medina." The letters were put in front of Hillyard.
Jean, wait outside with monsieur's baggage," this to the porter who had pushed in behind Hillyard. M. de Cassaud rose and closed the door. He had looked at Hillyard's face and acted quickly. "It is something more than compliments you want from me, monsieur. Well, what can I do?" "The second sleeping-car, compartments numbers 11 and 12," said Hillyard urgently.
The snuffling and lapping suddenly ceased; and with the cessation of all sound, the night became sinister. The shikari whispered again. "Now they in their turn know that we are here." He enveloped the donkey's head in a shawl that he was carrying. "Do not move," he continued. "They are listening." Shikari, skinner, donkey-boy, donkey and Hillyard stood together, motionless, silent.
"From Renk, I shall cross to the Blue Nile at Rosaires, and travel eastward again to the River Dinder " "You are most fortunate," Stella interrupted wistfully. "Yes, am I not?" cried Hillyard. It looked as if nothing would break through his obtuseness. "I should love to be going in your place." "You?" Hillyard smiled. She was for a mantelshelf in a boudoir, not for a camp.
He pursued his questions. "You know whom I have in my mind?" "I drew a bow at a venture," answered Sir Charles. "Shall I name him?" asked Hillyard. "I will," returned Sir Charles. "Mario Escobar." Hillyard nodded. He took another pull at his whisky-and-soda.
They lived abroad for six months, and Miss Pleyel ran away from Colonel Hillyard with a Russian officer, with whom she went to St. Petersburg, where she caught a grand duke, who was so far fascinated as to contract a morganatic marriage with her. Since that time Miss Pleyel's adventures have been before the world.
A small crowd of gesticulating idlers gathered about the ropes, and all were but repeating the phrases of the peasants upon the hill-side, as Hillyard walked ashore down the gangway. "But it's impossible that you should have come." "Just outside there is one. The fisherman saw her yesterday." "She rose and spoke to one of the fishing-boats." "But it is impossible that you should have come here."
"Yes, I see now," said Hillyard. "You had an instance to-night," Luttrell added, as they went in at the door. "It's a serious matter the order of a Province and a great many lives, and the cost of troops from Khartum, and the careers of all of us are at stake. I think that I am right, and it is for me to say. They disagree.
"No, he will not come," she said at last, in a low wail of anguish. She rose and turned to Hillyard. Her face glimmered against the darkness deathly white and her eyes shone with sorrow. "It was kind and wise of you to wish to spare me," she said. "Oh, I can picture to myself how coldly he heard you. He never meant to come here this afternoon." Stella Croyle was wrong, just as Hillyard had been.
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