That is why we had to
strike hard at all of you who interfered. I was sorry for little
Flossie--but she knew the risk she ran. We had to stop you, induce
Duncombe to leave Paris, and knock on the head a fool of an English
detective for fear he might discover something. Monsieur Pelham was
getting into danger, but, of course, it is all over now. To-morrow we
are bringing Guy into Paris."
Spencer nodded.
"Where is Duncombe?" he asked.
"Back in Paris," De Bergillac answered. "Arrived here with me to-day. He
is much in love with the beautiful sister. Alas! It was to him that she
entrusted the missing page of that treaty which she found in her
brother's luggage. Some day I must tell you of my adventures in England
last night, when I went over to get it and found Louis a little ahead of
me."
"Some day," Spencer murmured, writing for dear life, with the
perspiration streaming down his forehead. "My dear Vicomte, do you mind
ringing the bell? I want my servant. I must telegraph my paper to warn
them of this. They must clear two columns of type for me."
The Vicomte did as he was asked. Then he turned towards the door.
"I will leave you," he said.
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