Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Swindlers and swindling -- Fiction
"As you say, it is very serious indeed," Carne replied. "Bradfield
thinks he has caught me at last, I suppose; but he seems to forget that
it is possible for me to be as clever as himself. Let me look at the
message again. Left a fortnight ago, did he? Then I’ve still a little
respite. By Jove, if that’s the case, I’ll see that I make the most of
it."
"But surely, sir, you will leave at once," said Belton quickly. "If
this man, who has been after us so long, is now more than half-way to
England, coming with the deliberate intention of running you to earth,
surely, sir, you’ll see the advisability of making your escape while you
have time."
Carne smiled indulgently.
"Of course I shall escape, my good Belton," he said. "You have never
known me to neglect to take proper precautions yet; but before I go I
must do one more piece of business. It must be something by the light
of which all I have hitherto accomplished will look like nothing.
Something really great, that will make England open its eyes as it has
not done yet."
Belton stared at him, this time in undisguised amazement.
"Do you mean to tell me, sir," he said with the freedom of a privileged
servant, "that you intend to run another risk, when the only man who
knows sufficient of your career to bring you to book is certain to be in
England in less than a fortnight? I cannot believe that you would be so
foolish, sir. I beg of you to think what you are doing."
Carne, however, paid but small attention to his servant’s entreaties.
"The difficulty," he said to himself, speaking his thoughts aloud, "is
to understand quite what to do. I seem to have used up all my big
chances. However, I’ll think it over, and it will be strange if I don’t
hit upon something. In the meantime, Belton, you had better see that
preparations are made for leaving England on Friday next. Tell the
skipper to have everything ready. We shall have done our work by that
time; then hey for the open sea and freedom from the trammels of a
society life once more. You might drop a hint or two to certain people
that I am going, but be more than careful what you say. Write to the
agents about Portchester House, and attend to all the other necessary
details. You may leave me now."
Belton bowed, and left the cabin without another word. He knew his
master sufficiently well to feel certain that neither entreaties nor
expostulations would make him abandon the course he had mapped out for
himself. That being so, he bowed to the inevitable with a grace which
had now become a habit to him.
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