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Updated: June 19, 2025
If Lady Laura were not kind to him, he would never trouble that hall-porter again. He was especially sore at this moment because a valued friend, the barrister with whom he had been reading for the last three years, had spent the best part of an hour that Sunday morning in proving to him that he had as good as ruined himself.
He drove more furiously still, and in a few minutes reached the Rue Saint-Dominique. She tore into the house like a hurricane, questioned the hall-porter, and learned that Delarue had arrived. She hastened to Marechal, and asked him in such a strange manner, "Have you seen Pierre?" that he thought some accident had happened.
But in that case, Cassy promptly reflected, I'll go to her, pull her out of bed, drag her there and no thanks either. I didn't do it for you, I did it for him. He's too good for you. On the mantel, a clock struck, while thinly, through a lateral entrance, Harris emerged. "The hall-porter at Mr. Lennox' club says he's just gone out with Mr. Jones. Yes, ma'am." "Mr. Jones! What Mr. Jones?
Clancey whistled. "That looks rather awkward for Master Alistair." There was a knock on the door. It was Inspector Groombridge. "Excuse me, sir, my man has just brought this. It was delivered by a stranger to the hall-porter of the building where Mr. Froelich occupies a flat." He handed a letter to the Assistant Commissioner, who read it slowly and without comment passed it to Clancey.
"There is a telephone in her room," the detective continued, without removing his eyes from my face. "We understand from the hall-porter that a message was received by her soon after her arrival." "Very likely," I answered. "I should suggest that you go and interview Miss Delora. She will probably tell you all about it." They were both silent. I felt quite certain that they had already done so.
"Oh yes, I have passed," I answered, and I could not resist stopping a minute in order to enjoy the astonishment of the hall-porter family.
In his pocket he had a notebook, in which, at the suggestion of the Pasteur, he had set down the address of the lawyers who had written to him about his legacy. It was in a place called the Poultry, which, on inquiry from the hall-porter, he discovered was quite close by the Mansion House.
"Send a page-boy round the hotel," I told the hall-porter, "to inquire if Mr. Delora is in any of the rooms. If I might make the suggestion," I continued, turning towards her, "I would go upstairs at once. You may find, after all, that Mr. Dean has made a mistake, and that your uncle is there." "Why, yes!" she declared, jumping up. "I will go at once. Do you mind will you come with me?"
When I came back in the small hours of the morning it was gone. Rashîd who slept out at a khan in charge of our two horses came in at eight o'clock to rouse me. Hearing of my loss, he gave me the worst scolding I have ever had, and then went out to blow up the hotel proprietor. It was, for once, a real hotel with table d'hôte, hall-porter, and a palm-lounge everything, in fact, excepting drains.
As he walked into the Waldorf the hall-porter stopped him. "There's a gentleman for you, sir, in the waiting-room," he said. "Been waiting a good hour. Name of Chettle." Chettle sat alone in the waiting-room, a monument of patient resignation to his fate.
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