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A threat against her, and the mention of a wedding bouquet!" he said, as he went back into the room and sat down to figure the puzzle out. "Only one creature in the world knows of my feelings in that direction, and only one creature in the world would be capable of that threat Margot! But what interest could she or any of her tribe have in the death of Lady Chepstow's little son?
"Did you meet any one in the corridor?" "Yes, madame, a gentleman." "Coming from here?" "Yes, madame." "Did he see you?" "Naturally, madame." "I mean to notice you?" "I think he did, madame." "And did he see you go into my room with those eyes?" "Yes, madame." An angry frown contracted Mrs. Chepstow's forehead, and her face suddenly became hard and looked almost old. "Heavens!" she exclaimed.
Late as the hour was he had not yet changed the garments he had worn at Lady Chepstow's wedding in the afternoon. "You are promptness itself, Mr. Narkom," he said gaily, as he glanced at his watch. "I am afraid that I myself overlooked the passage of time in attending to well, other things. You will, perhaps, be interested to learn, Mr. Narkom, that Miss Lorne has decided to remain in England."
Chepstow's table, he did not tell him that first impression had been already formed in the consulting-room of the house in Cleveland Square. "Mrs. Chepstow!" At the sound of Nigel Armine's voice Mrs. Chepstow started slightly, like a person recalled abruptly from a reverie, looked up, and smiled. "You are here! I'm all alone. But I was hungry, so I had to brave the rabble."
Chepstow's almost absolute inactivity. He saw her sitting, always sitting, in her room, while life flowed on outside. He saw her pale face. That her face was carefully made pale by art did not occur to him. And then again he thought of Mrs. Browning and of the mountain peaks. What was he going to do? He made a strong mental effort, as he would have expressed it, to "get himself in hand."
Still, there was a certain dignity in the announcement, as of an honest man frankly declaring his position. Mrs. Chepstow's life was very possibly influenced by her parents' pecuniary troubles. When she was young she learnt to be frightened of poverty. She had known what it was to be "sold up" twice before she was twenty; and this probably led her to prefer the alternative of being sold.
A threat against her, and the mention of a wedding bouquet!" he said, as he went back into the room and sat down to figure the puzzle out. "Only one creature in the world knows of my feelings in that direction, and only one creature in the world would be capable of that threat Margot! But what interest could she or any of her tribe have in the death of Lady Chepstow's little son?
Chepstow's future had been committed to the Fates, and they had turned down their thumbs. Notorious, lovely, now badly off, still young, she was left to shift for herself in the world. It was then that there came to the surface of her character a trait that was not beautiful. She developed a love of money, a passion for material things.
I say, sir," agitatedly, "look wot's wrote on the envellup, will yer? And us always keepin' of it so dark." Cleek plucked the letter from his extended hand, glanced at it, and puckered up his lips; then, with a gesture, he sent Dollops back below stairs, and, returning to the room, closed the door behind him. "The enemy evidently knows all Lady Chepstow's movements, Mr. Narkom," he said.
But as I had to decide the matter I preferred to travel in a car that was at my own disposal." Mrs. Devar dared not go farther. She relapsed into a sulky silence. She said not a word when Cynthia occupied the front seat for the climb through Chepstow's High Street, and when the girl turned to call her attention to the view from the crest of the famous Wyndcliff she was nodding asleep!
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