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Juliet flew to him at once and flung herself sobbing into his arms. "Oh, Cuthbert Cuthbert!" she cried, her head on his shoulder, "that woman has been here. She tried to throw vitriol at me, and the bottle broke on Lord Caranby's face. He has burnt his head also; he is dying." "Good heavens!" cried Mallow, pressing her to his heart, "thank God you are safe! How did Maraquito come here?"
"Certainly not, for he could never have escaped immediately afterwards, without the policeman seeing him." "He might have got out by the back," suggested Juliet. "My dear girl, what are you thinking of. That wall round Lord Caranby's mansion blocks any exit at the back. Anyone leaving the house must go up the lane or through that part at the bottom.
"I am quite willing. But my mother?" "I shall persuade her to consent." "I hope so; but I fear she hates you because you are Lord Caranby's nephew. She hinted as much. I don't know the reason." "I do," said Mallow calmly, "and I think I may be able to persuade her to see reason. I shall meddle no more with the case." "What about Mr. Jennings?"
While the doctor examined Caranby's injuries, Cuthbert, very pale, led Juliet out of the room, and taking her into an adjoining apartment, made her drink a glass of port wine. "An old woman," he repeated, "it must have been the disguised Maraquito then who was killed." "Killed! She is not killed. She came here and " Juliet began to tell the story over again, for she was badly frightened.
That he should live in an hotel was another of Caranby's eccentricities. He had a house in town and three in the country, yet for years he had lived as the saying is on his portmanteau. Even the villa at Nice he owned was unoccupied by this strange nobleman, and was usually let to rich Americans.
For a few moments neither spoke. Then Caranby broke the silence. "So you want me to help you to find out Mrs. Octagon's reason?" "I do," said Mallow, rather surprised by Caranby's perspicuity. "What makes you think I can explain?" Cuthbert looked at his cigarette. "I asked you on the chance that you may be able to do so," he said gravely. "The fact is, to be frank, Mrs.
Mallow was by no means so bad as she hinted in her wire, and Cuthbert was vexed that she should have called him down, but she insisted that he should remain, and, unwilling to cause her pain, he did so. It was four days before he returned to London. But his visit to Exeter was not without results, for he asked his mother about Caranby's romance. Mrs.
When in England he stopped at the Avon Hotel and when in the country remained at any inn of the neighborhood in which he might chance to find himself wandering. And wandering is an excellent word to apply to Lord Caranby's peregrinations. He was as restless as a gipsy and far more aimless.
Then again, mother, up till now, was always pleased that I should marry Cuthbert." "Yes," said Octagon, twiddling his thumbs; "she has known Mr. Mallow ever since he was a child. Both your aunt and your mother were great friends of Lord Caranby's in their youth, over twenty years ago.
Octagon, I know, hates me as Caranby's nephew and because she wants to handle this money. But the other?" "Maraquito Gredos." "Bosh! She loves me. I am sure she has worried me enough." "Of course she loves," said Jennings satirically. "She loves you so deeply that she would see you on the scaffold rather than let you marry Miss Saxon. That is why Mrs. Octagon went the other night to see her. Mrs.
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