At the last moment, just as I was leaving Sofia for London, by the merest chance I discovered that the scene for the culmination of this little plot was to be Monte Carlo, so I made my way round by Trieste, stayed at Bordighera and San Remo for a few days to put people off, and finally turned up here." "Well, I'm jiggered!" Lane muttered.

"And I thought you were just hanging about for your health or because your wife was here, and were bored to death for want of something to do." "On the contrary," Hunterleys assured him, "I was up all night sending reports home--very interesting reports, too.

I got them away all right, but there's no denying the fact that there are certain people in Monte Carlo at the present moment who suspect my presence here, and who would go to any lengths whatever to get rid of me.

It isn't the actual harm I might do, but they have to deal with a very delicate problem and to make a bargain with a very sensitive person, and they are terribly afraid that my presence here, and a meeting between me and that person, might render all their schemes abortive." Richard's face was a study in astonishment.
"Well," he exclaimed, "this beats everything! I've read of such things, of course, but one only half believes them.

Right under our very noses, too! Say, what are you going to do about it, Sir Henry ?" "There is only one thing I can do," Hunterleys replied grimly.