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And once he saw the man speak covertly with the elevator attendant, guarding his lips with a hand, and suspected that he was the subject of their communication. The lobby was still comfortably filled, a constant trickle of arrivals replacing in measure the losses by election and rejection, when Lanyard, watching the revolving doors, saw Cecelia Brooke coming in.
A misery so peculiar she found hard to support, and almost bursting with conflicting passions, her heart alternately swelled from offended pride, and sunk from disappointed tenderness. Cecelia was still in this tempestuous state, when a message was brought her that a gentleman was below stairs, who begged to have the honour of seeing her.
That's the Brooke girl the fool got in with on the boat. She may know something...." "But " "Leave this to me. You look out for the negro. I'll take care of Miss Cecelia Brooke." Swearing unhappily, the Irishman flattened against the wall to one side of the door. Karl waited behind it as it admitted the hall attendant, who made directly toward the central chandelier.
"I didn't beat anybody but Len Fogarty." Her mentor studied her for a while and then a grin overspread his once more placid features. "I guess it'll be all right," he condescended. "Maybe you didn't mean it the way it looked. But say, Cecelia Anne, if you're afraid of fire-crackers what are you going to do about the rockets and the Roman candles? You know sparks fly out of them like rain.
"And that's all the big things," finished Cecelia Anne in evident relief. "Jimmie wrote down the prices, wouldn't you like to see them?" And she crossed to Mr. Debrett and laid the open book on his knee. Mr.
In vain: there was an ambiguity in that business to baffle the keenest and most pertinacious investigation. The conduct of Cecelia Brooke alone bristled with inconsistencies inexplicable, the conduct of the German spies no less. Thackeray had secreted it in that fraudulent bandage. Subsequently the Brooke girl had found and entrusted it to Lanyard.
"You are very kind," he answered; "but, somehow, I'm not so sure you want me." He bowed himself out and, sore-hearted, sought the crowded solitude of the Metropolitan Club. His next move was characteristic. Having got Gordon on the wire, he requested as complete a list as possible of the passengers to sail by the Bermudian and the Cecelia. A new possibility had presented itself.
As he came upon her now, she stood en profile to the partition, tugging strongly at something embedded in the woodwork close by her side, between her waist and armpit. At the sound of his approach she looked up with a tremor of apprehension quickly calmed. "Monsieur Duchemin! If you please " Lanyard, in no way surprised to recognise the voice of Miss Cecelia Brooke, stepped closer.
At the same time the Weringrode was greeting Lanyard in the most intimate fashion and damning him in the understanding of Cecelia Brooke with every word. "My dear friend!" she cried gayly, extending a bedizened hand. "I had begun to despair of you. Is it part of your system with women always to be a little late, always to keep us wondering?"
Cecelia passed the rest of the day in fanciful projects of beneficence; she determined to wander with her romantic new ally whither-so-ever he would lead her, and to spare neither fortune, time, nor trouble, in seeking and relieving the distressed.
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