"
"I think it's justified in this case," said Dunn sternly. "Poor
Charley Wright dead! One thing I can't understand about that is
how they got him back here when you saw him in London when you did.
But they're a cunning lot. They must have worked it somehow. Then
Clive. I feel to blame for Clive's death--as if I ought to have
managed better and saved him. Now there's this other devilry they
are planning. I tell you, Walter, I feel the whole world will be
a sweeter place after four o'clock tomorrow afternoon."
"At any rate," said Walter, "I think we may be sure of one thing
--after four o'clock tomorrow afternoon you will know all--all."
He paused and repeated, slightly varying the phrase: "Yes, after four
o'clock tomorrow afternoon you will know everything--everything."
He added in a brisker tone: "There's nothing else to arrange?"
"No," said Dunn, "I don't think so, and I had better go now or
Deede Dawson will be suspecting something. He'll want to know what
I've been stopping out so late for. Good-bye, old chap, and good
luck."
They shook hands.
"Good-bye and good luck, Rupert, old man," Walter said. "You may
depend on me--you know that."
"Yes, I do know that," Dunn answered.
They shook hands again, and Dunn said: "You've hurt your hand. It's
tied up. Is it anything much?"
"No, no," answered Walter with a little laugh.
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