With his mouth open he was gazing fixedly
across the room. There was a considerable change in his tone.
"'Ware 'tec'!" he said sharply.
We all looked in the direction he indicated, and we all recognized Mr.
Cullen, who was apparently returning with interest our observation. I saw
a grim smile upon his lips as he disappeared for a moment behind the menu
card. For a man who had in his time treated detectives in such a cavalier
way, Mr. Moss' change of color and subdued manner was a little
extraordinary. He cheered up, however, after a little while.
"Our friend Cullen," Mr. Parker murmured, "seems to have taken quite a
fancy to this restaurant."
"Used to be on my lay," Mr. Moss remarked. "He's much too big a duke now
for the street, though. They say he gets nearly all the high-class forgery
and swindling cases."
"We have come into contact with him ourselves," Mr. Parker observed
genially. "Seems to me there's a kind of want of snap about him compared
with our American detectives; but I dare say he knows his business."
"Is your father really enjoying this?" I asked Eve.
"He absolutely loves it!" she replied.
I sighed.
"And I think," she added suddenly, "you are behaving beautifully--I almost
love you for it.
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