Conspiracies -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction
"Put through all the calls you like," he said languidly. "I'll bet
you ten thousand bucks to half a secondhand Limberger you don't get
more than six of 'em that way! Personally, I'm going to commit two
felonies in the course of the next forty-eight hours, and I'll
guarantee to find out more about the Triangle that way than you will
in forty-eight years with the help of the _Police News_ and the
_Weekly List_ and the rest of the bunch, and the whole dogstrung
C.I.D. into the bargain!"
He cast around for an excuse to ring up Susan, and, finding none,
called her number and hoped that the Lord would provide.
"Yes, of course I'm all right," he said in answer to her first
question, and felt a pleasant tingle at the thought that this should
have been her initial interest. "One reason I rung up was to find
out if you'd decided to accept Terry's invitation to stay with them
till Hannassay's back. I wish you would."
In the new spirit of selfishness that had come upon him in the past
few days, this was an inquiry of minor importance; and yet, having
made it, he was seriously concerned about the reply he would receive.
"I have accepted it," she told him, and he was relieved.
"I'd like you to move in to-day," he said. "I'm sorry if that rushes
you, but you've got to realise that there is a certain amount of
danger, and if you're killed or anything, I shall get it in the neck.
I'll give Terry a ring, and he'll come round and fix everything for
you. He loves work," added Storm mendaciously.
"I suppose it can be managed," she said, for in spite of his
flippancy she recognised his determination, and knew of old the
futility of opposing him. Also, when Storm gave orders he had an
uncanny knack of being always right.
"Do we lunch with Uncle Joe?" he teased her.
"I shall probably lunch with Mr. Mannering," she mocked him back.
"No, really, I'm sorry you're in such a hurry for me to move. I
wanted to go to Moraine's and see the jewels."
"What jewels?"
"Haven't you seen the papers?"
"Haven't had time yet, I usually breakfast in pyjamas, if that
personal detail interests you. Getting up so early to go out to
breakfast spoilt my interest in the latest horrors other people have
been suffering! I'll get hold of Terry now--and I'll be round with
him. That boy wants watching!"
He hung up the receiver and took the paper from Teal's hand. The
detective, with a perspicacity which indicated that he had not turned
a politely deaf ear to the telephone conversation, had already found
the place and folded the sheet so as to display it. It was an
announcement that the final instalment of the Russian Crown jewels
were to be sold by auction at Moraine's on the morrow, and would be
on view from ten to four on this particular day, and for one day
only. The regalia had already been broken up, and the stones alone,
valued at something like four hundred thousand pounds, would be sold.
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