What more natural than that she should make early occasion to consult the
head of the British Secret Service in America?
A pity he had not waited there in the window! If he had, no doubt the
mystery with which the girl had surrounded herself would be no more mystery
to Lanyard; he would have learned the secret of that paper cylinder as well
as the part the girl had played in the intrigue for its possession, and so
be the better advised as to his own future conduct.
But in his insensate passion for revenge upon one who had all but murdered
him, he had forgotten all else but the moment's specious opportunity.
With a grunt of impatience Lanyard turned away from the desk, and came face
to face with Crane.
The Secret Service man was coming from the direction of the bar in company
with Velasco, O'Reilly, and Dressier.
Of the three last named but one looked Lanyard's way, O'Reilly, and his
gaze, resting transiently on the countenance of Andre Duchemin minus the
Duchemin beard, passed on without perceptible glimmer of recognition.
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