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Updated: June 25, 2025
With a heart that thumped hammer blows against her side, Auriole turned toward Richard's bedroom and paused with her hand on the latch. She felt as a traitor might feel who was seeking audience of his sovereign. For a traitor she was.
Richard settled himself comfortably with a sigh of satisfaction and the three men turned to look at him. "Don't blame me," he said sweetly, "I never said there was a map, did I?" Out of the corner of his eye he saw Auriole with a flush of what might easily have been taken for pleasure on her cheeks. It was very perplexing. "Hm!" Van Diest nodded. "Hm!
It was a beautiful mouth, shapely, sensuous, sensitive, but with a hint of strength. Her brows very straight and as thin almost as pencil lines. She wore a flame-coloured evening dress 'Tout feu' as a ladies' journal would describe it and a cloak of smoke colour which fell from one shoulder and double draped the other. There was nothing ordinary in the appearance of Auriole Craven.
It was a big, comfortable, Rolls saloon, and he sat between Van Diest and the American. Laurence occupied the seat next to the driver. He had tried to say a few words to Auriole before taking his place in the car but she had merely shrugged her shoulders and entered a waiting taxi.
"A great big garden of a world," he crooned, and no song ever sounded sweeter. He felt his power to resist was ebbing away falling from him like a cloak. With a mighty effort, he replied: "A garden full of Eves." And he sat humped up upon the camp bed. Auriole glided toward him and slipped her arms round his neck. He made no effort to escape. "Eves are rather nice," she whispered.
Van Diest was shouting for his car and from the jargon of voices, Auriole learnt their intention of making an immediate descent upon the rival camp to demand terms. In the midst of the chaos Auriole slipped away, snatched up a bottle of champagne and some biscuits from the dining table and ran up the stairs to Richard's room.
He was only awfully sorry she should have turned out as she did and rather perplexed at the apparent want of reason. And Auriole with the disposition to like him better than any man of her acquaintance suffered an entire reversal of feeling and went headlong to the other extreme in a spirit of unbecoming revengefulness.
Mr Parmenter and the latest addition to the British Naval List were strolling up and down the deck of the Auriole smoking cigars and chatting as though this sort of thing happened every day.
Of course you remember the story of Columbus. When he thought he was going to find what is now the country which has had the honour " "I know you're going to say something nice, Mr Lennard," interrupted Auriole, "but breakfast is ready; here it comes.
Lord Westerham, as the guest, had the first look at the approaching World Peril; then Mr Parmenter took a long squint into the eye-piece and then they sat down, and Lennard told Mr Parmenter, in the cold, precise language of science, the story which he had already told to Auriole and Lord Westerham.
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