There were a few papers
containing notes and memoranda; a small camera and films; a blank book
to which he transferred his daily experiences, observations and
impressions; a small medicine case; tobacco and cigarettes; a flask of
brandy; copies of Galworthy's "Man of Property" and Hutchinson's
"Happy Warrior"; wearing apparel, and a revolver. His purse and
private papers rarely were off his person. If the little book-agent
spent three-quarters of an hour in the room he managed most
effectually to cover up all traces of his visit.
Barnes did not go to sleep until long after midnight. He now regarded
himself as definitely committed to a combination of sinister and
piquant enterprises, not the least of which was the determination to
find out all there was to know about the mysterious young woman at
Green Fancy.
His operations along any line of endeavour were bound to be difficult,
perhaps hazardous. Every movement that he made would be observed and
reported; his every step followed. He could hope to disarm suspicion
only by moving with the utmost boldness and unconcern. Success rested
in his ability to convince O'Dowd, Jones and the rest of them that
they had nothing to fear from his innocuous wanderings.
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