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"I was inclined to think so at first; your fine acting and man's conceit, I reckon. But my conceit has been punctured, and you've slipped a bit in your acting; therefore, to descend to the extremely common-place, the jig is up." "And the next lead is yours!" she laughed back. "That is precisely why I asked you the game so I could make an intelligible lead." "Ask Mrs. Clephane!" she suggested.
On the slender chance of finding Mrs. Clephane, Harleston made another tour of the rooms and corridor on the first floor. It was without avail save that he noticed Madeline Spencer and her escort were still at dinner. They did not see him and he was very well content. Later he would want a word with them particularly with her; and he preferred to meet her alone.
What actuates it, whether to learn its contents or to prevent its present delivery, I naturally do not know." Then he laughed. "Would it interest you very much to learn, Mrs. Clephane, that I was visited last night by three men, who tried, at the point of the revolver, to force the letter from me?" "You surely don't mean it!" she exclaimed.
"There are some lovely walks quite near, Captain Clephane. But you have to climb a little, either going or coming." "I could climb a little," said I, making up my mind. "It's within the meaning of the act it would do me good. Which way will you take me, Mrs. Lascelles?" Mrs. Lascelles looked up quickly, surprised at a boldness on which I was already complimenting myself.
Another woman had filched him from her filched him forever from her, she knew. Therefore she hated Mrs. Clephane with a glowing hate. "Have you seen the man?" Marston asked, when her attention came back to him. She nodded. "I've had a communication from him." "Anything doing?" "Not yet. He will duly apprise me. Meanwhile we, or rather I, am to remain quiet and wait expectantly."
Lascelles did not place her in this category at all. Nevertheless, the ensuing pause was long enough to make me feel uneasy, and my companion only broke it as I was in the act of framing an apology. "May I bore you, Captain Clephane?" she asked abruptly. I looked at her once more.
Of course, it might be that she had merely twitted him about the episode, as a jealous woman would do. And yet what could have taken Mrs. Clephane from the hotel at such an hour, and without apprising her maid; and why was she driving up Sixteenth Street?
"I want the translation because the Secretary of State wants it," Harleston replied quietly. "Oh, don't become chilly," Carpenter returned good-naturedly. "If you permit, I'll tell you something about a Mrs. Clephane queer name Clephane, and rather unusual whom I used to see in Paris," glancing languidly at Harleston, "several years ago. Want to hear it?" "Sure!" said Harleston.
Now, as I've said it in words of one syllable, I trust you will understand." "I understand," said he; "but you have side-stepped the point: To whom does this lost letter belong: to you or to " "Mrs. Clephane?" she adjected. "Exactly: to you, or to Mrs. Clephane?" "What does that matter to you since it does not belong to you?" "I may be a friend of Mrs. Clephane?
I know I fractured conventionality and was dreadfully compromised but I never violated the Seventh Commandment. Robert Clephane and I were not separated except by a locked door. "Then one day some two years back, dreadfully mangled, they brought him home. An aeroplane had fallen with him with the usual result. That moment saw the end of my gay life.
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