The Temptress. Le Queux William
he went to a drawer, from which he took a card-case and some letters, placing them in his pocket.
“Now, Sky Pilot,” he continued resolutely, as he walked up to where Holt stood, “are you ready?” The curate held his breath.
“Very well,” he replied, after a brief pause, “I suppose I must do the bidding of my masters.”
“It would be best – that is, if you respect your position as a holy man,” the Frenchman replied, with a mocking laugh.
“Come, gentlemen,” he exclaimed aloud, turning to the pair seated at the table. “It’s time we started, or we shall not keep our appointment.”
“There is no immediate hurry, is there?” asked Chavoix in a husky voice.
“Yes,” Bérard replied, “we must be at West Brompton at eight.”
“In that case I’m ready,” said he, rising, at the same time casting a longing look at the unfinished bottle of cognac before him. With unsteady gait he stumbled across the room, and, with the assistance of Pierre, arrayed himself in his overcoat and hat – not, however, without some difficulty and much good-humoured banter.
The other men sought their outdoor garments, and descended the stairs together, Bérard remaining behind a moment to blow out the lamp and lock the door.
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