The Lost Ambassador - The Search For The Missing Delora by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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are no corners which are not swept bare by your police. In London, by
this time you would have been sitting in a prison cell." "That," I remarked, "is doubtless true. So much the more fortunate for me that I should have met Monsieur Tapilow in Paris and not in London. But will you tell me, Louis, why you want me to go with you to the Cafe Normandy, and how you think it will help me?" "It would take too long," Louis answered. "We will talk in the carriage, perhaps. You must not delay now--not one moment." I humored him by hastening my preparations, and we left the place together a few minutes later. There were many things which I desired to ask him with regard to the events of last night and the place to which he had taken me, but as though by mutual consent neither of us spoke of these things. When we were already, however, about half way towards the famous restaurant which was our destination I could not keep silence any longer. "Louis," I said, "tell me about this little excursion of ours. Who are these men whom we are going to meet?" He turned towards me. The last few hours seemed to have brought us into a greater intimacy. He addressed me by name, and his manner, although it was still respectful enough, was somehow altered. "Captain Rotherby," he said, "you do not seem to appreciate the position in which you stand. You are young, and life is hot in your veins, and yet to-day, as you sit there, your liberty is forfeit,--perhaps even, if Tapilow should die, your life! Have you |
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