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Garfield!" she said, also lowering her voice. "I will explain one day, Mrs. Cullerton one day when we are alone." "When?" she whispered, for Madame Rameil was approaching at the moment. "Whenever you like to make an appointment," I replied. "Only I must first hold you to absolute secrecy." "That's agreed," whispered the pretty young woman. "To-morrow.

I looked the pretty woman straight in the face, and said: "Grateful! Grateful to a man whose dastardly intention is, when the whim takes him, to send you to your grave, Mrs. Cullerton?" "I I really don't know what you mean. Are you mad? Do be more explicit," she cried. "Why do you make these terrible allegations against Mr. De Gex?" "Please recollect, Mrs.

Cullerton, I really don't know how to commence. Somehow, I felt it my duty to come here to see you. I must admit that I have been manoeuvring for several days in order to get an introduction to you, and to obtain an opportunity of seeing you alone. And yet " "Yes. I quite see that.

I am trying to find Gabrielle Engledue, and I am now wondering whether the girl I am seeking is not the same as the young lady you know as Gabrielle Tennison." "Where did you meet this girl Engledue?" asked Mrs. Cullerton, with a queer inquisitive look. I paused for a second. "In London at the house of a mutual friend."

You have married Jack Cullerton, and you are happy except that your husband is a born gambler. And of that he must be cured." "I know. I know!" she said hastily. "But earlier this evening you promised to tell me about Gabrielle. I must see her. She seems to have disappeared. Where is she?" "In London, I believe." "In London!

"Then he called in the daytime, when your husband was in the City eh?" "Yes." "Now tell me, did you ever have any strange illness after Doctor Moroni had called?" I inquired very seriously. "Illness? Why, no! Why do you ask such a curious question?" "I have reasons for asking it, Mrs. Cullerton," was my reply. "I have called here as your friend, remember."

Perhaps she had gone to London, as my host of Stretton Street had asserted! One afternoon, while haunting the streets, I suddenly encountered Mrs. Cullerton walking in the Via Tornabuoni, and, raising my hat, stopped to speak. After a few seconds she recognized me, and I walked at her side chatting.

The afternoon I spent making inquiries regarding the Cullertons, and soon discovered that they were intimate friends of Monsieur Rameil, the French Consul, and his wife. With this knowledge I lost no time in obtaining an introduction to the French Consul, and three days later received a card for one of Madame's Friday afternoons. Naturally I went, and to my delight Mrs. Cullerton was there also.

Cullerton had adopted towards me, even though she had revealed to me the whereabouts of Gabrielle Tennison. My breakfast was ready soon after eight o'clock, and afterwards I went to Earl's Court to watch the house in Longridge Road. By dint of careful inquiries in the neighbourhood I was told that Mrs. Tennison had gone away a few days before to Paris, they believed.

"Tell me more about Mrs. Cullerton," I went on. "She was in Florence when you were there." "In Florence!" exclaimed the girl, as though amazed. "What could she be doing there?" "She was living in a furnished villa with her husband. And she went on several visits to Mr. De Gex who lives up at Fiesole. Are you quite sure you do not know him?" I asked. "He lives at the Villa Clementini.