The Lost Ambassador - The Search For The Missing Delora by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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"Claims," I answered, "which I can assure you I am not in a position
to dispute." "How is it, then," he asked fiercely, "that I find you two, strangers last night, together to-day here?" I altered one of the cartridges in my revolver and let it go with a snap. Bartot took a quick step backwards. "It is a long story," I said softly, "and I doubt whether it would interest you, Monsieur Bartot. Still, if you are really curious, mademoiselle will satisfy you later." I saw a look pass between the two, and I no longer had any doubt whatever. I knew that they were in collusion, that I had been brought here to be pumped by mademoiselle. "Monsieur," Bartot said, "you are apparently armed, and you can leave this room if you will, but I warn you that you will not leave Paris so easily." The situation was quite plain to me. However little flattering it might be to my vanity, I should not have been in the least surprised if Monsieur Bartot had held out his hands, begged my pardon, and ordered a bottle of wine. "Be reasonable, monsieur," I begged. "It is open to every one, surely, to admire mademoiselle? For the rest, I have been here only a few moments. So far as I am concerned," I added, glancing at the table, "mademoiselle has lunched alone." |
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