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Precisely what he thought it was not Mr. Davlin's intention to tell. One idea, however, he expressed promptly enough: "I think," he said, leaning a little forward and looking full at his companion, "that you had better take the advice of Miss Payne. Confine him close, the closer the better; but don't drug him any more at present!" The Professor nodded serenely as he said: "Right, quite right.
It is best never to interfere in men's quarrels, so I have not mentioned Lucian's name to him at all." Cunning Céline! Her tact had made this explanation seem a quite probable one; and as Miss Arthur certainly had no desire to drive Mr. Percy from Oakley, she assured her "kind, thoughtful Cora," that she would be very guarded and never once mention Mr. Davlin's name in his enemy's presence.
Looking cautiously about, to assure herself that the interview would have no spectators, Madeline, or Céline, as we must now call her, seated herself to listen to the report of Davlin's visit, and the success of Hagar's interview with Cora.
So I thought the ground all over, and formed some conclusions. Do you wish to hear them?" Olive nodded, wearily. "You have told me," said Madeline, assuming a calm, business-like tone, "that Lucian Davlin testified against your husband at his trial. Now the wounded man, Percy, stated that he recognized the man who struck him?" "Yes." "Well, what was Davlin's testimony?"
Now, as she steps forward, the hate she feels shining in her eyes, and with a growing air of reckless bravado as she glances at him, Cora, too, is Lucian Davlin's bitter foe. "Cora!" The name comes from the lips of John Arthur, almost in a cry. But she never once glances toward him. She fixes her eyes upon Madeline's face and doggedly awaits her command.
As she hurries along through the familiar streets, her plans are laid. She will go to Lucian Davlin's rooms; nobody will be there to dispute her possession for a day or two to come, and she has possessed herself of the keys, left behind as useless by their outlawed owner. When she ascends the steps, some one, who is lounging past the premises, looks at her narrowly.
She gathered her shawl about her shoulders and, casting a meaning glance at Lucian Davlin, passed from the room and the house. John Arthur sat with eyes riveted upon the card before him. After a time he turned, and placing it in Davlin's hand, signed to him to read it, and hurriedly left the room.
"I will explain that singular phenomenon. I intend to clear up all the mysteries to-night here now. First, then, about the ghost: It was I, Miss Arthur, Madeline Payne, in the flesh." Lucian Davlin's book lies on his knee neglected now. Edward Percy's face has lost its look of languor.
My master answered the telegram, but when the midnight train came in, a man who went down in the country with him, a sort of tool and hanger-on of his, came to me while I was waiting below, and told me to tell Mistress Cora that the train was a few minutes late." "Stop a moment. This man, who was Davlin's companion, what was his name?" "I never heard him called anything but 'The Professor."
She is unscrupulous as he, daring as he, finding him victims that his arm could not reach; plying the finer branch of a dangerous but profitable trade; sharing his prosperity, rescuing from adversity; valued because necessary, and knowing her value therefore fearing no rival. Cora was beautiful in Davlin's eyes, and secure in his affections, because she was valuable, even necessary, to him.
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