"
"I have no wish to traduce Anatole Labergerie," said Curtis, "but I am
quite sure that the man under arrest is the driver of the car in which
the Hungarians made off. He has admitted, too, that Jean de Courtois
is his friend."
A low whistle revealed Steingall's revised view of the situation.
"Don't go away," he said. "Clancy and I will be with you in less than
quarter of an hour."
Curtis hung up the receiver, and announced the new development. The
Frenchman did not betray any cognizance of it. He had collapsed into a
chair, and looked the degenerate that he was.
But Devar slapped McCulloch's broad shoulders.
"Didn't I tell you?" he cried. "There's a whole lot of night ahead of
us yet. Gee whizz! I'll write a book before I'm through with this!"
CHAPTER XIII
WHEREIN LADY HERMIONE "ACTS FOR THE BEST"
A dejected and disheveled super-clerk was called on to face a new
crisis soon after he had apparently got rid of most of the persons
concerned in the pandemonium which had raged for hours around that
refuge of middle-class decorum and respectability, the Central Hotel in
27th Street.
As he was wont to explain in later days of blessed peacefulness:
"The queerest part of the whole business was that I never had the
slightest notion as to what was going to happen next.
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