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Of Clodagh was my gasping dream. I dreamed that she let fall, drop by drop, a liquid, coloured like pomegranate-seeds, into a glass of water; and she presented the glass to Peters. The draught, I knew, was poisonous as death: and in a last effort to break the bands of that dark slumber, I was conscious, as I jerked myself upright, of screaming aloud: 'Clodagh! Clodagh! Spare the man...!
Somewhere on the window side of his private parlour at the Dietz the papers which Angel needed were hidden. Each second during the girl's slow progress to the lift, her descent, and her short walk to the taxi, was spent in sorting out these deductions. Those big black eyes of Clodagh Riley's had not been given her in vain.
"Will," Clodagh? I cried. 'You say "will"? there is not even the slightest shadow of a probability ! 'But why? There are still three weeks before the start. They say... She stopped, she stopped. 'They say what? Her voice dropped: 'That Peter takes atropine. Ah, I started then. She moved from the window, sat in a rocking-chair, and turned the leaves of a book, without reading.
I held it up before her, saying: "Shall I teach you to read it? If I did, how would you repay me, you Clodagh?" She cocked her eyes, seeking to comprehend. God knows, at that moment I pitied the poor dumb waif, alone in all the whole round earth with me. The candle-flame, moved by the wind like a slow-painting brush, flickered upon her face, though every cranny was closed.
At last Roger went, without having alluded to Clodagh Riley. Whether this were deliberate, or careless, Beverley could not guess. But she was thankful. The instant Roger had gone Beverley seized the paper he had dropped, and found what she wanted. "Mysterious Murder at Hotel Westmorland" was the heading at the top of a column on the first page. She sat down and read the whole report.
'And talking of Clodagh, I went on, 'I shall call you that henceforth, to keep me reminded. So that is your name not Eve but Clodagh, who was a Poisoner, you see? She poisoned a poor man who trusted her: and that is your name now not Eve, but Clodagh to remind me, you most dangerous little speckled viper!
Clodagh then began to talk about a Charity Bazaar which she had visited that afternoon. She was long, she was long. The crazy thought passed through some dim region of my soul: 'Why is she so long? 'Ah, that was a pain! went Peters: 'never mind the bazaar, aunt think of the morphia.
O'Reilly would look at the wonderful things and report upon their beauty. The Herons might be tempted to treat with her. In any case, the scheme was worth the trial. Silently she went to the door that she had closed, and peeped into Sister Lake's room. It was no surprise to her that Clodagh should have vanished. That was part of the plan. Her exclamation was for O'Reilly's benefit.
But, though horrified, I whispered to my heart that it could only be the storm which was struggling at it like the grasp of a man, and after a time went on, feeling my way by the broad rail, in my brain somehow the thought of a dream which I had had in the Boreal of the woman Clodagh, how she let drop a fluid like pomegranate-seeds into water, and tendered it to Peter Peters: and it was a mortal purging draught; but I would not stop, but step by step went up, though I suffered very much, my brows peering at the utter darkness, and my heart shocked at its own rashness.
I say nothing of the many millions... I only wish that I was a man! 'I don't know that I have any special ambition that way, I rejoined. 'I am very happy in my warm Eden with my Clodagh. I don't like the outer Cold. 'Don't let me think little of you! she answered pettishly. 'Why should you, Clodagh? I am not bound to desire to go to the North Pole, am I?
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