Bathurst, Anthony (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction
“A little light refreshment,” explained Sir Austin to His Royal
Highness, “will prove most acceptable to every one of us. Also I have
arranged to meet Cuypers in the _Café Suisse_. Cuypers is the head of
the Dutch police,” he explained. “And an excellent fellow, I assure
you.”
The gentleman mentioned was already there when they arrived. He spoke
English fluently and greeted Sir Austin as an old friend and comrade.
“I received your message, Sir Austin,” he announced after the
necessary introductions had been made, “and I have arranged that what
you asked me will be attended to in every detail. The _Nicholas Maes_
will be in to-night and will dock in the De Ruyter Kade. Your special
gentleman will be carefully watched ashore by two of my most reliable
men and if he doesn’t go direct to where you are expecting him to
go—no matter—my men will never lose sight of him. If he does go
straight on as you anticipate that he will—they will follow—to lend a
hand—should a hand be wanted.” His fat face wreathed in smiles. It was
a great honour to meet and work with the illustrious Sir Austin Kemble
of the English police. He always welcomed the opportunity.
The Chief Commissioner nodded in acquiescence. “Good,” he commented.
“Just what I want.”
Cuypers went on, flattered at Sir Austin’s commendation. “Your own
people who are watching on the _Nicholas Maes_ will join forces with
my two men if they deem it necessary. I have arranged all the
particulars with regard to that. A signal will be given to prevent any
confusion arising. Is there anything else you would desire to know?”
He disposed of his Lager with extreme satisfaction and gave an order
for four more.
“Only this,” replied Sir Austin, a trifle defensively perhaps. He
turned to Anthony. “I am relying on you implicitly, Mr. Bathurst. You
have no _doubt_ you say?”
Anthony smiled. “None at all, Sir Austin. Tell Mr. Cuypers what I
imagine is going to happen when Lal Singh arrives.”
Sir Austin caressed his upper lip. “Stefanopoulos—Cuypers. Has he been
pretty quiet lately? Can you tell me? Because we’re confident that
he’s going to be in this job.”
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