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Updated: June 17, 2025
Boldero's," I said to the chauffeur. "You must drive like the devil." Barbara, veiled and coated, met us at the front door. She has a trick of doing things by lightning. We started; Barbara and Jaffery at the back, I sideways to them on one of the little chair seats.
"You'll do as you're told, young woman, and go by car." At this rubbishy speech, the tears, for the first time, came into her eyes. She pulled down my shoulders I am rather lank and tall and kissed me. "You're a dear," she said, and went off in search of Barbara. I returned to my library, rang the bell, and gave orders for the chauffeur to stand at Mrs. Boldero's disposal.
"From to-morrow onwards, till publication, the press will be flooded with paragraphs about Adrian Boldero's new book. I fixed it up with Wittekind, as a sort of welcome home to you." "That was very kind, Jaffery," said Doria; "but was it necessary? I mean, couldn't Wittekind have done it before?" "It was necessary in a way," said Jaffery. "We wanted you to pass the proofs." Doria smiled proudly.
I could see from the man's face that he had been expecting us. He knew us, of course, as constant visitors of the Bolderos. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Don't you know, sir?" "No." He glanced at Barbara, as if afraid to give her the shock of his news, and bent forward and whispered to me: "Mr. Boldero's dead, sir." I don't remember clearly what happened then.
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