"So it is only a question
of learning which of the three to make the first attempt upon."
"If you want a suggestion--" began Norton.
"By all means, my dear fellow."
"Then turn your batteries of inquisitiveness loose upon Jack Benson,
first of all. He may be easy game. As for the third, Hal Hastings, I
hear that he is a silent fellow, who says little, and generally waits
five minutes, to think his answer over, before he gives it."
"Benson it shall be, then," nodded M. Lemaire. "I shall find it easy
to meet him. And now, good-bye, Norton, until this evening. You will
know what to do then."
After Norton had gone out, closing the door behind him, M. Lemaire
carefully flecked the ash from his cigarette as he murmured to himself:
"Then it shall be Captain Benson whom we first attack! Nor do I believe
I can do better than to enlist the services of Mademoiselle Sara. Ah,
yes! Her eyes are fine--perfect. One looks into her eyes, and trusts
her. Captain Jack Benson, you shall have the pleasure of meeting a most
charming creature!"
CHAPTER III
ON THE EDGE OF THE SPIDER'S WEB
An hour after dinner the orchestra of the Hotel Clayton crashed out into
the first two-step.
The big ballroom was already two thirds as well filled as it could be
with comfort.
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