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Dick began to be interested. "But I really can't see anything horrible in all that," said Randal. "At first it was what he was, not what he did," said Caldegard.
"Game to the last!" he said, joining the group; "but not, I suppose, very robust. Evidently a case of complete nervous exhaustion." Caldegard had spoken little since Dick's entrance. He now rose as if shot from his chair by a spring, and spoke with a vigour that reminded Randal of their youth. "Five hundred miles driving your own car in the dark! Climb the side of a house.
Caldegard, can you describe the dress Miss Caldegard was wearing when she disappeared?" "I dined in town," began the father, his face like white paper. "My brother and I," said Randal, "dined with Miss Caldegard. She wore a dinner-gown silk darkish green, which showed, when she moved, the crimson threads it was interwoven with." "And her shoes?" asked Finucane.
The potentate saw that flash of glory, and put himself "on-side." He went round to Caldegard, and saying, "Let me congratulate you," took the hand offered him, and went out. "Nothing in this meeting became him like " began Randal. But Caldegard cut him short. "He meant it, Randal," he said. "Exactly. Requiescat. Let's see if we can get this neurasthenic down to the car without waking him."
Knowing everything, you will tell nothing at all." There was a silence in the room, so heavy that it seemed long. And then, "Some dope," said Dick Bellamy. A little after noon on the following day, Amaryllis and Dick Bellamy, followed by Gorgon with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, entered the hall by the front door, clamouring for drinks, to find Caldegard swearing over a telegram.
Bellamy shook his head; it was Caldegard, now steady as a rock, who answered: "With that frock, my daughter always wore green-bronze shoes and green stockings." Finucane turned again to the telephone. After saying that Miss Caldegard had worn green silk shot with red, and green evening slippers, he listened for a time which kept his guests in torture of suspense. Then, "I'm here all night.
"We have the immense pleasure of looking after Miss Caldegard. My wife won't be happy unless you come round with me and feast your eyes on what she says is the prettiest sight in London Miss Caldegard asleep." This time the father's countenance did him justice. Finucane told his wife that night that he had at last seen an old man perfectly happy.
But to hear, in these surroundings, of his daughter's little green shoes, and to remember how, the first time she had worn them, she had flourished at him from her low chair that pretty foot and reckless green stocking, and to catch himself now foolishly wondering where the green stockings themselves would be found, brought poor Caldegard to an embittered weakness which he fought only in vague desire neither to break into cursing nor decline upon weak tears.
"I'm afraid you two will have to amuse each other this morning," he said, glancing from the girl to his brother as he handed the letter across the table to Caldegard. "That'll take a lot of answering, and I can't do it without your help. I'm afraid Sir Charles has got hold of the wrong end of the stick." "How are you going to amuse me, Miss Caldegard?" asked Dick.
"What's happened?" "I'll tell you," said Dick. "Is that a good car?" Caldegard knew how to obey. "It's Broadfoot's Rolls-Royce, six cylinder," he replied promptly. "Tell the man he must take you back to town." When the order was given, the lover, in curt and terrible phrases, told the father what had happened.
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