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Roses attar of roses! Where had he heard of attar of roses combined with with what? And again the two wires would not touch but they were throwing a spark across the gap. Yes, it was Caldegard Caldegard had said something something of a foul man and a rotten stink. It was some story he'd been telling that first night at dinner. Then a glitter in the carpet.
Lady Elizabeth sighed contentedly, as if he had removed the last doubt from a happy mind. "That's quite true," she said. Then she looked round the room. "Is he in your bath-room, or in bed, or where? You oughtn't to leave him alone." "He's left me," replied George. "Wouldn't stay a moment after he knew Miss Caldegard was in your clutches. He's gone off with his intoxicated captive.
"Oh, he's been laughing, too," said Amaryllis, fondling the soft ears. "And he wants to tell me all the jokes." And then Caldegard and Dick Bellamy came down the stairs together. "What have you been doing to Gorgon?" asked Amaryllis. "Never mind the dog," said her father. "It's what this 'vaudeville artist' has been doing to me!" "Oh, Gorgon, Gorgon!
"We shall act without losing a moment in the matter of your daughter's disappearance, Dr. Caldegard. But the theft of your secret, of which both Sir Charles Colombe and the Home Secretary have spoken to me, is a matter of such tremendous importance, that I am obliged to communicate immediately with both these gentlemen and the Commissioner.
Next time that lopsided serang looms on the horizon, you won't see me for dust and small stones." The tone, perhaps, more than the words in which the man of whom she could not help making a hero seemed to disparage himself, annoyed Miss Caldegard. It was as if one good friend of hers had maligned another, and she could not quarrel with the traducer without falling out with the traduced.
The highest, if not the best known, of its priesthood, is my old friend Caldegard. Some little time ago he penetrated too far into the arcana of his cult; and on one of the branches of that terrific tree he found and coaxed into blossom a bud which grew into the fruit which his daughter has named Ambrotox as if it were a beef essence or a cheap wine.
"If you say so, of course I am," said Randal. "I've left Amaryllis in George's study. She wants you to see I have looked after her as well as if she'd been at home with her father and you." She passed him, but turned two steps above. "I wish you'd seen Dr. Caldegard looking at her fast asleep in bed last night," she said in a low voice, very tender. "It was a picture the kind one keeps."
Amaryllis went slowly down the steps into the garden, Bellamy watching her until she was out of sight. "Look here, Caldegard," he said, turning quickly. "Your daughter knows it's a secret, but she does not know it's a deadly one." "Well?" said Caldegard. "My brother," continued Bellamy, "doesn't know there is a secret, and is coming to live in the middle of it.
"I am inclined to think he will bring your daughter back," replied Finucane. "But I don't advise you to be too hopeful about the drug." "Oh, damn the drug!" interjected Caldegard. "He has appreciated his job," explained the superintendent. "He's not after side issues. He isn't even out to catch a man who's committed a crime only to prevent a crime being committed."
"Before I met you, Miss Caldegard, I had got thoroughly into the way of thinking of myself not as an elderly man, but as a confirmed bachelor. For more than a month I have been enjoying your company and admiring your goodness and beauty more and more every day, without perceiving, until some few days ago, that I did so at great risk to myself.
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