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Grodman stood on the platform, grasping the back of his chair, a curious mocking Mephistophelian glitter about his eyes, his lips wreathed into a half smile. There was no hurry for him to get Denzil Cantercot arrested now. Wimp had made an egregious, a colossal blunder.
"I beg your pardon, sir, for my forgetfulness, but my head ain't what it ought to be. I'm a lone widow, sir, and not over strong." Denzil could have laughed at this description, as the lady's bulk gave the lie to her assertion. However, on diplomatic grounds he suppressed his mirth, and followed his ponderous guide into a sitting-room so small that she almost filled it herself.
"My dear Mrs. Crowl," said Denzil, removing his cigarette from his mouth with a pained air, "why reproach me for your neglect?" "My neglect! I like that!" "I don't," said Denzil more sharply. "If you had sent me in the bill you would have had the money long ago. How do you expect me to think of these details?" "We ain't so grand down here. People pays their way they don't get no bills" said Mrs.
"That was your girl, Denzil, wasn't it?" he asked. Denzil nodded. "The best the world ever had, m'sieu'," he replied, "the very best, but she went queer and drowned herself ah, but yes!" "She just went queer, eh!" Carnac said, looking Denzil straight in the eyes. "Was there insane blood in her family?" "She wasn't insane," answered Denzil firmly. "She'd been bad used terrible."
The position of the house in question; the name of its owner; the character of its tenants; she was thoroughly well posted up in every item, and willingly imparted her knowledge with much detail and comment. "No. 9 Jersey Street," said she, unhesitatingly; "that is the number of the house at the back of the haunted mansion, Mr. Denzil. I know it as well as I know my ten fingers."
Prune the convention and religion and sentimentality first and then you can judge." Amaryllis thought for a moment; her eyes became wide and dreamy, and her charmingly set head was a little thrown back. Denzil took in the line of her white throat and the curve of her chin it was not weak. Why was it that women with the possibilities of this one always seemed to be some other man's property!
"Ferdinand Ardayre is deeply incriminated with Harietta; it is only a question of a little time and he will be taken too. Then, Denzil, you, in the natural course of events, would have been the Head of the Family. You will need all your philosophy never to feel any jar in the situation with your son as the years go on.
"You really believe him innocent?" "Don't be satirical, Denzil. Haven't I taken the chair at all the meetings? Am I not the most copious correspondent of the Press?" "I thought it was only to spite Wimp." "Rubbish. It's to save poor Tom. He no more murdered Arthur Constant than you did!" He laughed an unpleasant laugh. Denzil bade him farewell, frigid with fear.
Lucian put on his hat at once, and the two walked out into the dark night, for dark it was, with no moon, few stars, and a great many clouds. A most satisfactory night for their purpose. "All the better," said Link, casting a look round the deserted square; "all the better for our little game. I wish to secure this fellow as quietly as possible. Here's the door open in with you, Mr. Denzil!"
The whole of their world knew of John's written wishes, and no unkind comments would be likely to arise. And when Beatrice Ardayre left them alone to say good-night to each other, Denzil drew Amaryllis back to his side! "I think the world is going to be a totally new place, darling after the war.
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