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Then he jerkedthe door swiftly inwards towards him.
Jim Frobisher read: Please,
- please, send someone to help me at once. The Prefect of Police has called in
Hanaud, a great detective of theSurete in Paris. Frobisher straightened
hisshoulders and marched in.
Yes - I thinkthat makes Ann Upcotts letter to you
intelligible, too. He rose with a little bow and apologized. He suddenly rose
from his chair with his finger to his lips, and his eyesopened wide. Bath, for
instance, would never call in Scotland Yard over acase of this kind.
Very
fewpeople up till now had mattered to him at all, and even those he could
dowithout.
Valancy, before this year youve spentall your life in ugliness. Jim
Frobisher accepted the demolition of his idea with a flush of shame.
Yet this
man infront of him wasnt stupid. He suddenly rose from his chair with his
finger to his lips, and his eyesopened wide. There is something here I do not
much like. Jim Frobisher was to recognize that, when, shaken tothe soul, he
resumed his work in the office. Thats the only way which will help us to get a
glimpse ofthe truth.
I shouldimagine that he was rather extravagant and
emotional.
But that doesnt bring us any nearer to finding outwhat is Boris
Waberskis strong suit, does it? We are safe, he hissed, and hecrept back to
Frobishers side. Cousin Georgiana was going to take care of them until Barney
andValancy came back. The great man was still in Paris, then, hethought with
relief.
Haslitt looked across to Jim forconfirmation. Jim read the letters
through and uttered a little cry of delight.
How does she find herself in the
MaisonGrenelle?
If her coal-mines fail her, she canalways keep warm by burning
her dossiers!
Hes a friend of Hanaud and absurdly proud of thefriendship. The
Clos du PrinceBurgundy has a fine reputation, but theres not a great deal of
it.
Yes - no doubt these two letters have a certain importance. Frobisher
watched his face for someexpression of relief or satisfaction.
The answer to
that is in Waberskis second, letter. Opposite to him acouple of windows looked
across the shining river to the big Theatre duChatelet. The telegram fluttered
from Jims fingers to the floor.
No, theres nothing to light a candle for
usthere, I am afraid.
Come, Monsieur Hanaud, BorisWaberski lives in France.
He
took from it the twoWaberski letters and brought them across the room to
Jim.
What shesaid about a dust-pile showed that.
Hanaud closed thedoor again,
with an air of intense relief.
Therogue has delivered himself over to us.
Betty
- she snap herfingers at his awkwardnesses.
I shall hear again from little
Boris, he said, and he heard within theweek.
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