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Cumberly and his daughter at Palace Mansions; and as was usually the case when this trio met, the conversation turned upon the mystery. "I have just seen Leroux," said the physician, as he took his seat, "and I have told him that he must go for a drive to-morrow.
In the room where Mira Leroux lay, so near to the Borderland that her always ethereal appearance was now positively appalling, a hushed group stood about the bed. "I think she is awake, doctor," whispered the nurse softly, peering into the emaciated face of the patient. Mira Leroux opened her eyes and smiled at Dr. Cumberly, who was bending over her.
He mounted the steps again, with difficulty, resting his shaking hands upon the walls. Shattering blows were being delivered upon the door, above. "Dunbar!" he cried feebly, stepping aside to avoid Helen Cumberly, where she lay. "Dunbar!"... The river police seemed to be floating, suspended in the fog, which now was so dense that the water beneath was invisible.
Max glanced at the white face of Helen Cumberly, then directed the ray of the little lamp toward the further end of the apartment. A steady stream of dirty water was pouring into the cave of the dragon through the open door ahead of him. Into the disc of light, leaped, fantastic, the witch figure of the Eurasian. She turned and faced him, threw up both her arms, and laughed shrilly, insanely.
"Yes, sir," said Soames, holding his hat in both bands, and speaking huskily. "Yes, sir: certainly, sir." He crossed the lobby and disappeared. "There is no other way out, is there?" inquired the detective, glancing at Dr. Cumberly. "There is no other way," was the reply; "but surely you don't suspect"... "I would suspect the Archbishop of Westminster," snapped Dunbar, "if he came in like that!
Helen Cumberly, ignoring the curious stares of the two remaining taxi-men, ran out from the shelter of the corner and jumped into the next cab, crying breathlessly: "Follow that cab! Don't let the man in it suspect, but follow, and don't lose sight of it!" They were off!
"You won't believe it's Leroux; therefore it must be either Mr. Exel, Dr. Cumberly, or Miss Cumberly."... Inspector Dunbar stood up very suddenly, thrusting his chair from him with much violence. "Do you recollect the matter of Soames leaving Palace Mansions?" he snapped. Sowerby's air of serio-comic defiance began to leave him. He scratched his head reflectively.
But no woman... no true woman... could refuse to undertake... so palpable... a duty"... Helen Cumberly, wearing a warm, golfing jersey over her dress, with a woolen cap to match, ran lightly down the stairs and out into the Square, carrying a letter.
For once in her life Denise Ryland found herself unable to retort suitably. The mildly reproachful gaze of Leroux she could not meet; and although Dr. Cumberly had spoken no word of complaint against her, from his pale face she persistently turned away her eyes. The cabman having departed, the door almost immediately reopened, and Sergeant Sowerby came in.
Cumberly, "but I, too, am glad that it has been achieved; for in the light of your Paris discoveries, I begin at last to understand." "You were not Mrs. Leroux's medical adviser?" "I was not," replied Cumberly, glancing sharply at Max. "Good heavens, to think that I had never realized the truth!" "It is not so wonderful at all.
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