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Updated: June 25, 2025
She had spoken truly when she had told Olivetta that Europe was old to her and had become merely a social duty. Of that fatiguing obligation to her position she was glad to be relieved. The past season, with its struggle with Mrs. Allistair and that Duke de Crécy affair, had been a trying one, and she was tired.
De Peyster could only see the beautiful floral tributes that were arriving, particularly the large wreath sent by Mrs. Allistair But Mrs. De Peyster heard none of this. She was dead! She was to be buried! She could never come home again! At length her lips moved slowly, stiffly, as might the lips of a dead person. "What are we going to do?"
But if I really do have it" with the shrewd look of a small mind "we couldn't sell it for fifteen hundred." "How much d'you want?" "Well" Mr. Pyecroft hesitated "say say three thousand." "Good God, that's plain blackmail!" "It may be, but poor people like us don't often get a chance like this." "I won't pay it!" "Perhaps, then," apologetically, "we'd better deal with Mrs. Allistair direct."
De Peyster flushed, as though at some disagreeable memory. "Have you learned yet whether Marie was actually a spy for Mrs. Allistair?" inquired Olivetta. "She confessed that she was getting money besides the wages I paid her. That is proof enough." "I believe it of Mrs. Allistair! She wouldn't stop at anything to win your place as social leader. But she could never fill it!"
And now" again with his swift change of base "may I ask, as a parting word before you sail, whether it is your intention next season to contest with Mrs. Allistair " "I have nothing whatever to say!" "Quite naturally you'd prefer not to say anything," appeasingly continued the high-geared Mr. Mayfair, "but of course you are going to fight her." Again his sharp, unfoilable eyes glinted.
De Peyster's inventory, a horror out-climaxing any in Olivetta's tragic list, burst suddenly upon Mrs. De Peyster. Her face went pale, fell loose. "Mrs. Allistair!" she barely articulated. "Mrs. Allistair?" Olivetta repeated blankly. "Don't you see if I stay at home don't sail Mrs. Allistair will use it as capital against me and she'll ride over me to " "Caroline!" gasped the appalled Olivetta.
"We've been outwitted!" cried Mr. Pyecroft. He turned to the two woman contritely. "If I'd only heeded you let you have managed the affair!" "You people got a mighty good price," commented Detective Brown. "Well perhaps so," sighed Mr. Pyecroft. Chagrin gave way to curiosity in his face. "I wonder, now, how Mrs. Allistair is going to use the letter?" "That's none of my business."
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