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Beaucaire started back and regarded the intruder with a menace in his eyes. He had not expected anything like this and still less had he anticipated such a move on Pamela's part. It was quite plain to him now what had happened. Pamela had telephoned to Musgrave and told him exactly what had happened and what she proposed to do at the very moment he was cooling his heels on the pavement outside the Underground station, innocently dreaming of the pleasant time that lay before him.
Somehow or another this beautiful woman with the mocking smile in her eyes had divined the fact that he was the man who had got away with the pearls. They seemed to be burning a hole in his pocket at that moment, but he was not the type of man to surrender his prey without a struggle. He was a scoundrel of the most determined type, but, whatever his failings might be, he suffered from no lack of physical courage.