Chapter 21 Chapter 20 It's Too Late

In the street they held an informal war meeting.Sir James took his watch from his pocket. "The train to Holyhead to pick up and drop off passengers stops at Chester at 12:14. If you leave now, I think you can catch the intermodal train." Tommy looked up, bewildered. "Is it necessary to be in such a hurry? Sir, today is only the twenty-fourth." "I suppose it's always good to get up early in the morning," said Julius before the lawyer had time to answer. "Let's find a place to hide the papers." Sir James frowned slightly. "I wish I could go with you. Unfortunately I have to speak at a meeting at two o'clock." He spoke rather reluctantly.It was clear that Julius felt more relaxed without him, "I guess it's not complicated, just a game of hide and seek, that's all."

"I hope so," said Sir James. "Of course. Could there be anything else?" "You are young, Mr. Hersheimmer, and at my age you may learn this lesson: 'Never underestimate your opponent.'" The attractiveness of his words impresses Jumi but not Julius. "Do you think Mr. Brown will intervene? If he does, I'll wait for him." He slapped his pocket sharply. "I have a gun with me. Little Willie is here, and it travels with me everywhere." He said Pulling out the murderous automatic, he patted it affectionately before slipping it back into his pocket, "But it's not needed for this trip, and nobody's going to let Mr. Brown know."

The lawyer shrugged. "Mr. Brown was never made aware of the fact that Mrs. Vandermeyer wanted to betray him, but Mrs. Vandermeyer died without speaking." Julius was silent, and Sir James said in a more relaxed tone: "I just want to put you on your guard. Good luck, and don't go once the papers are in your hands and take unnecessary risks. If you have reason to think that You are being followed, destroy the files immediately. Good luck to you. The cards are now in your hands." Ten minutes later, the two young men were sitting in a first-class carriage bound for Chester.

The two of them didn't speak for a long time, and when Julius finally broke the silence, his words were completely unexpected. "Well," he said thoughtfully, "are you a fool when you miss a girl's face?" After a moment of surprise, Tommy thought hard. At last he answered: "It can't be said that I've been a fool. It's not that I can't remember, is it?" "Because for the past two months I've been making myself a sentimental idiot for believing in Jane Finn, at first I've been staring at her pictures, and my mind has been thinking of all the compelling things that the novel talks about. I want to be ashamed to admit such a thing, but I came here determined to find her and bring her back as Mrs. Julius Hersheimmer: "Ah!" Tommy was taken aback.

Julius put down his crossed legs abruptly and continued: "It's just to show that a person can turn himself into a big fool: just take one look at the watery girl, and I'll..." Tommy couldn't speak for a moment, he just shouted again: "Ah!" "Don't speak ill of Jane," said Julius; "she is a fine girl, and one would love her quickly." "I thought she was a very pretty girl," said Tommy, his tongue working again. "She's certainly a pretty girl. But she's nothing like the picture. At least I think she's in some way—it must be—because I recognize her right away. If I see her in a crowd , I would say without hesitation: 'There's a girl whose face I know well.' But about that picture—" Julius shook his head and sighed, "I suppose romance is a strange thing!"

"It sure is," said Tommy coldly. "If you fall in love with a girl here, you'll propose to another girl within a fortnight." Julius was very personable and didn't seem to care. "Well, you see, I'm a little tired, and I can't find Jane—that's a complete kind of stupidity, too. Ah, the French, for example, have a more reasonable way of looking at things. They separate romance from marriage." Tommy blushed. "Well, if that's—" Julius interrupted him hastily. "Now don't rush to take a stand, I don't mean what you say. I think Americans have a higher value for morality.

What I mean by that is that the French start their marriages with a business approach - find two people who are right to manage money together, and then look at things with a practical eye. " "If you ask me," Changmi said, "we're all too much like businessmen today, we're always like, 'Do you want to pay?' Guys are terrible, and girls are even worse." "Calm down, man, don't get so hot." "I'm excited," said Changmi. Julius looked at him, thinking it would be better to say less.But Tommy had more time to cool off before they reached Holyhead.When they got off at their destination, Tommy was all smiles again.

After discussing and with the help of the map, they agreed.They had no trouble renting a car and headed down the road to the bay.They asked the driver to set up a spot so that he could keep an eye out on the highway so he wouldn't miss the trail. Not long after leaving town, the trail was found.Chang Mi stopped the car and asked in a casual tone if the path led to the sea. After hearing the affirmative answer, he paid the fare generously. Taxi back to Holyhead.Tommy and Julius turned onto the narrow lane after watching the car disappear from their view. "Is this the right way?" Tommy asked suspiciously. "There should be some grass."

"It must be here, look at those gorse, remember what Jane said?" Tommy looked at the lush golden flowers that lined the road, which he believed to be here.They walked forward one after the other.Twice, as Julius walked ahead, Tommy looked back anxiously, and Julius looked back, "What's that?" "I don't know, I'm kind of scared. Always thought someone was following us." "Impossible," said Julius firmly. "We'd like to see him." Tommy had to admit that Julius was right.Still, his sense of uneasiness was growing.He couldn't help but believe in the omniscience of the enemy.

"I'd like that fellow to follow," said Julius, patting his pocket. "Little Willy's here, trying to show off." "Do you always have it with you?" Tommy asked curiously. "Almost all. I guess you never know what might happen." Tommy had better keep quiet at this point, he was very impressed with little Willy.It seemed to drive Mr. Brown's threats away. The path runs along the edge of the cliff, parallel to the sea.Julius stopped suddenly and Tommy slammed into him. "What happened?" he asked. "Look there, if that's not exciting enough."

Tommy looked at a large boulder jutting out of the path, halfway up the path, like a begging dog. "Oh," said Tommy, "that's what we'd expect, isn't it?" He didn't want to share the feeling with Julius. Julius looked at him sadly and shook his head. "British composure! We're sure looking forward to seeing the stone, but it's getting on my nerves. That's where we want me!" Tommy, his coolness was probably more faked than natural.He strode impatiently. "Come on, how about the hole?" They searched the side of the overhang, and Tommy heard himself babbling like an idiot, "The gorse ain't been there in ages." Julius replied solemnly, "I think you're right." Tommy suddenly pointed with a trembling hand: "How about that cave?" "That's the hole, yes," said Julius in a voice of awe. "When I was in France," recalls Tommy, "anytime my orderly didn't call me, he always said he was feeling dizzy. I never believed it. Whether he really felt that way or not, I do now. This feeling is really bad!" He looked at the rock with a feeling of pain. "Damn it!" he cried, "it can't be, five years, think about it: the boy digging eggs, the picnic party, thousands of people walking by, it can't be there. It's possible Sex is too small." It was true that he felt the impossibility of its existence—perhaps more that he did not believe he could succeed.And many have failed at this.Things are too easy to be impossible.The hole is empty. Julius looked at him with a broad smile. "I think it's only natural that you're excited now," he said slowly and happily. "Hey, let's get started." Smaller than mine, I don't feel like there's anything in it, there isn't. Well, what is this?what! He waved a faded small package high with his stage moves, "No problem, the goods are here."Sewn with oilcloth, please take it, I will find a pocket knife. " The unbelievable happened, Tommy took the precious thing with his hands, and they made it! "It's strange," he whispered, "I thought the thread was old, but it looks new." They carefully unraveled the thread and opened the tarpaulin, which revealed a folded piece of paper.They opened the paper with trembling hands, and it was a blank sheet.They looked at each other in blank dismay. "Fool!" Julius yelled. "Is Danvers just a false target?" Tommy shook his head.That explanation didn't satisfy him, and suddenly his face lit up. "I see, looming ink:" "Do you think so?" "Worth a try anyway, heat usually works, get the firewood." In a few minutes they made a fire of twigs and leaves, and the flames danced merrily, and Tommy held the paper close to the fire, and it curled a little from the heat, and that was all. Suddenly Julius grabbed Tommy's arm and pointed to the slowly emerging hazel lettering. "Hey! I really got it! Hey, your idea is really amazing, I have never thought of it." Tommy held the paper until the heat kicked in.When he retrieved the paper a few minutes later, he gave an exclamation when he looked at it, and in neat brown printing it read: With regards to Mr. Brown.