"Then do let me! It isn't so much for your sake--I won't pretend it
is--yet what if there should be a second attempt on the house? Then I
might even earn the fee you talk about; otherwise, not a brass farthing!
I wouldn't have missed the case for anything, even as it stands. And you
only took my treatment out of my mouth; you did the very thing I was
going to beg you to do, but not more earnestly than I beg of you now to
leave me in charge here to-night."
"But not without this man of mine to look after you?"
"Especially without that man of yours! He gave me the idea--he's my own
height and build--we can change places beautifully. I want him to put
on my cap and coat and goggles, and to drive away in my car, so that
anybody looking would think they had seen the last of me."
"But who should be looking? Surely not that little----"
"God forbid! But perhaps somebody on her side--or perhaps only somebody
on her tracks. Curious about those two detectives; but the whole
business bristles with curiosities, which I long to investigate in
peace, unknown to the whole outside world. This is the only way it can
be done; and this, my dear Mr. Dale-Bulmer, is the one and only thing
that you can do for me!"
The boy with the beard gave way by inches. As long as there was a dog's
chance of any further excitement, he did not see why he should be out of
it, much less in his own house, and after the humdrum life he had led
since Labor and the Ladies had driven him home from Australia. But the
man with the stronger will seemed perfectly sincere in his further
asservations that there were features in the case which he wanted to
study for his own private and professional ends; that he honestly
believed, they had no more to fear from their friends the enemy, but
that somebody ought to remain on guard, that he was the obvious man. All
this rang true enough; and but for Dollar's strange anxiety in the
matter, and Dale-Bulmer's sudden discovery that he squinted, the plan
might have gained earlier acceptance than it did. It was settled,
however, by a timely telephone call from the Australian's furnished
house at Esher, to ask if anything had happened to him, and was he never
going to tear himself away from Pax Monktons Chase?
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