I ought to go with him; could there be any act so singularly unprofitable to our investigation as that of sitting at a table, drinking coffee? He would not hear of it. I had no training or experience in these sorts of confrontations, nor had he any time to prepare me. I had demanded particulars: What was his lordship planning to do? Did he mean to catch the man? Interrogate him? What if he didn’t return in half an hour? What if something happened to him? “My dear Truelove,” he said, tugging a few coins from his pocket and laying them on the table, “I have promised to return to you in half an hour. I do not break my word.” And he had turned and left, as if that settled the matter. During the course of our conversation—I will not call it an argument—the man with the earring had straightened himself away from the column and ducked into the hotel itself, so quickly that I nearly missed the maneuver.
What do You think about A Most Extraordinary Pursuit?
