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Aside from this, he had the pleasure of glowering ferociously upon Charlie Mershone, who, failing to obtain recognition from Miss Merrick, devoted himself to his cousin Diana, or at least lounged nonchalantly in the neighborhood of the Hindoo Booth. Mershone was very quiet. There was a speculative look upon his features that denoted an undercurrent of thought.
I'm a hair-dresser, you know and by the way, Aunt Jane, it puzzles me to find a certain kink in your hair that I thought I'd invented myself." "Louise dressed my hair this way," said Miss Merrick, a bit stiffly. "Your maid?" "My niece, Louise Merrick." Patsy whistled, and then clapped her hand over her mouth and looked grave. "Is she here?" she asked, a moment later.
If we wish to know to what daring lengths cunning can go, to what pitiable self-delusion credulity can consent, we must watch the proceedings even while we shrink from them of a Mercy Merrick and a Julian Gray. "In taking up my narrative again where my last letter left off, I must venture to set you right on one point.
"You had nothing to say to me on the subject of Mercy Merrick?" "Nothing whatever. I am weary of hearing of Mercy Merrick. Have you any more questions to ask me?" "I have one more." "Yes?" "I wish to ask your ladyship whether you propose to recognize me in the presence of your household as the late Colonel Roseberry's daughter?"
"But it's because they don't know any better. Let's be original, Uncle, and keep out of the beaten track of travel." "But the volcano!" exclaimed Mr. Merrick. "Is it necessary to stick to volcanoes to be original?" "Etna won't hurt us, I'm sure," said Patsy. "Isn't there a Greek theatre at Taormina?" asked Louise. "I've never heard of it; but I suppose the Greeks have, if it's there," he replied.
Until it was quite too dark to see any longer Merrick was out on the mud flats asking questions. He appeared to be greatly interested in the wildfowlers and the many methods of catching their prey. He learned, incidentally, that on the night of the express murder most of the nets and lures had been washed away.
"Oh, Signor Valdi!" cried Patsy, running toward him, "how strange to find you again in this out-of-the-way place." The Italian frowned, but in a dignified manner took the hand of all three girls in turn and then bowed a greeting to Mr. Merrick. Uncle John thought the fellow had improved in appearance.
And you heard her accuse him of being an accessory? Of course she referred to the murder. By George! I should have wanted them arrested on the spot!" After a slight pause, he continued. "There's one thing, Merrick, in the conduct of Carruthers which I don't understand.
"Oh, no; I prefer not to make his acquaintance until I am quite sure," was the reply. "If he is not Jack Andrews he would be likely to resent the insinuation that he is here trading under a false name. Good night, Mr. Merrick. Good night, Miss Doyle. I thank you for your courteous consideration." He had risen, and now bowed and walked away. "Well," said Patsy. "what was he after?
Uncle John lost no time in rushing to his motor car, where he ordered the driver to hasten to the address Dr. Barlow had given him. The offices of Dr. Collins were impressive. Mr. Merrick entered a luxurious reception room and gave his name to a businesslike young woman who advanced to meet him. He had called to see Dr. Gys.
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