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"Need we discuss that particular point?" Hugh asked. "It is years since I first met Connie in the most deplorable circumstances when we were thrown together for some considerable time. I didn't tell her what my feelings were, but she guessed them right enough and I guessed hers. Out in the east of Europe where everything was a fair imitation of Hades, it was no time to talk about love. But it was understood that were were to meet again, and we should have done if she hadn't disappeared in the most mysterious manner, and I don't suppose I should ever have seen her again if it hadn't been for you. My dear fellow, that scoundrel must have held some threat of dire terror over the poor girl's head to have induced her to take such a step. But I am not going to leave things as they are--I am going to have it out with that rascal. Now that the police are satisfied, and have ceased to take any interest in what they call the Uppertons Mystery, it remains for us two to try and clear it up."
"Very well," Jimmy said. "You can see Bascoe if you like, but you won't get anything out of him. That chap is too sure of his ground to fear you in the slightest."