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I think if Mademoiselle were to see him!" The girl jumped up at once. "Do you know his name?" she asked. "Monsieur Alphonse, they call him. He is on duty now." Phyllis Poynton descended at once to the ground floor of the hotel, and pushed open the glass door which led into the coiffeur's shop. Monsieur Alphonse was waiting upon a customer, and she was given a chair.
I elect myself her protector. I will stand between her and all suspicion of evil things." "She has found a champion indeed!" Pelham exclaimed fiercely. "With Miss Fielding I have nothing to do. Yet you had better understand this. If she be Phyllis Poynton she belongs to me, and not to you. She was mine before you heard her name.
Good horses always have, you know, sir. Mrs. Verner has given me the commission." "Which I am come to rescind," replied Lionel, calling up a light smile to his face. "I cannot have my wife's neck risked by her attempting to drive spirited ponies, Poynton. She knows nothing of driving, is constitutionally timid, and in short, I do not wish the order executed."
When darkness came he escorted him to the tent of the men from Nyalong, and was introduced to them by his new friend. Their names were Gleeson, Poynton, Lyons, and two brothers McCarthy. One of these men was brother-in-law to Barton, and had been a fellow-trooper with him under Captain Foster.
Up, and to the office, where all the morning, and thence after dinner to the King's playhouse, and there, in an upper box, where come in Colonel Poynton and Doll Stacey, who is very fine, and, by her wedding-ring, I suppose he hath married her at last, did see "The Moor of Venice:" but ill acted in most parts; Mohun, which did a little surprise me, not acting Iago's part by much so well as Clun used to do; nor another Hart's, which was Cassio's; nor, indeed, Burt doing the Moor's so well as I once thought he did.
The Emperor knows this." Duncombe for many reasons was fascinated by his friend's quiet words. Apart from their obvious plausibility, they brought with them many startling suggestions. Had chance, he wondered, really made Phyllis Poynton and her brother pawns in the great game? He felt himself stirred to a rare emotion by the flood of possibilities which swept in suddenly upon him.
"That the one is a robber, and the other an adventuress," Duncombe answered. "This much is certainly true. They have both left Runton Place at a moment's notice, and without taking leave of their host and hostess. Remember, I never knew Phyllis Poynton. You did!
He searched the room. When he left her he declared that he should return at twelve to-night, and if she did not hand it to him then he threatened her." Spencer smiled, and rubbed his hands softly together. "Really," he murmured, "this is most interesting. I am with you, Duncombe. With you altogether! There is only one more question." "Well?" "You did not know Phyllis Poynton.
"There was one point in particular in the description," Duncombe said, "and a very important one, which proved to us both that the dead man was not Guy Poynton." "It is no secret, I presume?" she said. "Tell me what it was." Duncombe hesitated. He saw no reason for concealing the facts. "The height of the body," he said, "was given as five feet nine. Guy Poynton was over six feet."
"Awfully sorry if I misled you in any way," Spencer continued. "I never imagined your connecting my request with the disappearance of Phyllis Poynton. Why should I?"
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