The Mystery of M. FelixFarjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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The Mystery of M. Felix
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; English fiction -- 19th century
"'I, also,' continued the stranger, 'am here in Mrs. Braham's
interests. My business admits of no delay. It is necessary that I
should see Mr. Agnold immediately.'
"'He is in London,' I said.
"This information appeared to discompose him; but only for a moment.
"'You represent Mr. Agnold?'
"'Yes, I think I may say as much.'
"'Thank you. I have a letter here addressed to him, but it is in an
open envelope, and as Mr. Agnold's representative there can be no
objection to your reading it.'
"I read the letter, and now in my turn I must have exhibited some sign
of discomposure. Without being able to recall its contents word for
word, I can sufficiently explain its nature. It was to the effect that
the gentleman who presented it, M. Bordier, was empowered by the lady
we were working for to join us, if he desired, or to take the affair
entirely in his own hands, and assume the direction of it.
"'You are M. Bordier?' I said.
"He bowed. 'I am M. Bordier. The position in which Mrs. Braham and I
stand to each other warrants my presence here at this untimely hour.
It is due to Mrs. Braham that I should say it was at my urgent request
she has given me authority to act for her. I am acquainted with all
the circumstances of your proceedings, so far as they have been
disclosed in Mr. Agnold's letters.' Again his eyes wandered to Sophy,
and he moved a step or two toward her with a look of sympathetic
eagerness. 'Is that the young girl who was taken to Dr. Peterssen's
establishment as a patient?'
"'Yes,' I replied.
"'Her task, then, is ended. She was in search of a desk. She is a
brave little girl, and shall be rewarded. A desk of cedar-wood, inlaid
with silver.' He turned suddenly to me, and approached the table. 'She
has succeeded,' he said, laying his hand upon the desk and raising the
lid. 'Yes, it is the desk. How did you open it? Did you have the key?'
"'No,' I said, with a guilty glance at the tools with which I had
picked the lock.
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