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Whilst these thoughts were passing in the pursuer's mind, Gianapolis, lighting a cigarette, had thrown himself back in a corner of the cab and was mentally reviewing the events of the evening that is, those events which were associated with Helen Cumberly. He was disappointed but hopeful: at any rate he had suffered no definite repulse.
Leroux's pallor now was most remarkable; his complexion had assumed an ivory whiteness which lent his face a sort of statuesque beauty. But the dark blue eyes were very tragic. He rose at sight of his new visitors, and a faint color momentarily tinged his cheeks. Helen Cumberly grasped his outstretched hand, then looked away quickly to where her father was standing.
"No one; emphatically, there was no one there!" "Then I am right." "Good God!" whispered Exel, glancing about him, with a new, and keen apprehensiveness. "Take your drink," concluded Cumberly, "and join me in my search." "Thanks," replied Exel, nervously proffering a cigar-case; "but I won't drink."
She swayed, dizzily, raising one hand to her brow, but had recovered herself even as Leroux sprang forward to support her. "All right, Leroux!" cried Cumberly; "I will take her upstairs again. Wait for me, Exel." Exel nodded, lighted his cigar, and sat down in a chair, remote from the writing-table. "Mira my wife!" muttered Leroux, standing, looking after Dr.
"He has no wish... to know me... properly; and I have no desire... to cultivate... the... friendship of such... a silly being." Helen Cumberly was conscious that a flush was rising from her face to her brow, and tingling in the very roots of her hair. She was indignant with herself and turned, aside, bending over her table in order to conceal this ill-timed embarrassment from her visitor.
In Constantinople yes! But perhaps in Paris; and who knows? Sir Richard Burton explored Mecca, but who has explored London?" Helen Cumberly watched him curiously. "You excite my curiosity," she said. "Don't you think" turning to Denise Ryland "he is most tantalizing?" Denise Ryland distended her nostrils scornfully. "He is telling... fairy tales," she declared. "He thinks... we are... silly!"
"He died this afternoon; and a paragraph announcing his death appears in the newspaper which we found in the victim's fur coat!" "But how " "It was the only paragraph on the half-page folded outwards which was in any sense PERSONAL. I am greatly indebted to you, Miss Cumberly; every hour wasted on a case like this means a fresh plait in the rope around the neck of the wrong man!"
"Oh, my dear Miss Cumberly!" cried Gianapolis, beaming radiantly, "it is a greater pleasure than I can express to you, and then for two friends who are proceeding in the same direction to walk apart would be quite absurd, would it not?" The term "friend" was not pleasing to Helen's ears; Mr. Gianapolis went far too fast.
The ladies being momentarily out of ear-shot, M. Gaston glancing rapidly about him, said: "May I beg a favor, Dr. Cumberly?" "Certainly, M. Gaston," replied the physician he was officiating at the syphon. "Say when." "When!" said Max. "I should like to see you in Harley Street to-morrow morning." Cumberly glanced up oddly. "Nothing wrong, I hope?"
Now, a new tone in the voice of Helen Cumberly a tone different from that compound of good-fellowship and raillery, which he knew a tone which had entered into it when she had exclaimed upon the state of the room set his poor, anxious heart thrumming like a lute. He felt a hot flush creeping upon him; his forehead grew damp. He feared to raise his eyes. "Is that a bargain?" asked Helen, sweetly.
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