Ass that I was, I never suspected till too late!
Madame's name is not Sylvia Amerbach; it is--"
The door opened unceremoniously and in walked the Colonel.
"Your voices are rather high, gentlemen," he said calmly, and
sat down in an easy chair.
CHAPTER XIII
BEING OF COMPLICATIONS NOT RECKONED ON
Maurice leaped to his feet, a menace in his eyes. The Colonel
crossed his legs, rested his hands on the hilt of his saber, and
smiled.
"I could not resist the desire to have a friendly chat with you."
"You have come cursed inopportune," snarled Maurice. "What do
you want?"
"I want to give you the countersigns, so that when you start for
Bleiberg to-morrow morning you'll have no trouble."
"Bleiberg !" exclaimed Maurice.
"Bleiberg. Madame desires me to say to you that you are to start
for that city in the morning, to fetch those slips of parchment
which have caused us all these years of worry. Ah, my friend,"
to Fitzgerald, "Madame would be cheap at twenty millions! You
sly dog! And I never suspected it."
Fitzgerald sent him a scowl. "You are damned impertinent, sir."
"Impertinent?" The Colonel uncrossed his legs and brought his
knees together.
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