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Of course, she was innocent, innocent of the deed itself and of all knowledge of it. But Heneage did not know her; he would be hard to convince. So Wrayson shook his head. "I can tell you nothing," he said. "I admit frankly my sympathies are not with you. I should not say a word likely to bring even inconvenience upon Miss Deveney."
"At Brussels, I believe," she remarked, inclining her head graciously. "At Brussels, certainly," he answered, bowing low. She turned to Louise. "Louise," she said, "you must let me present Mr. Heneage Miss Deveney. Mr. Heneage has a cousin, I believe, of the same name, in the Belgian Legation. I remember seeing you dance with him at the Palace." The two exchanged greetings.
She is the eldest daughter of the Colonel!" "Our Colonel?" Heneage exclaimed. Wrayson nodded. "Her real name is Miss Fitzmaurice," he said. "Her mother's name was Deveney." Heneage looked incredulous. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Absolutely," Wrayson answered. "I saw her picture the day of the garden party, and I recognized her at once. There is no doubt about it whatever.
"If I succeed, I am very much afraid that, directly or indirectly, the presence of Miss Deveney in the flats that night will become known." "And you advise me, therefore," Wrayson remarked, "to take a voyage in plain words, to clear out." "Exactly," Heneage agreed. Wrayson threw his cigarette angrily into the fire. "What the devil business is it of yours?" he demanded.
And it rests with you to say whether you will be on my side or theirs," Heneage declared. "If you are on mine, you will tell me what Miss Deveney was doing in these flats on that night of all others. If you are on theirs, you will go and warn them that I am determined to solve the mystery of Morris Barnes' death at all costs."
"Certainly not," Heneage replied. "She is a representative of one of the oldest families in Europe, a persona grata at the Court of her country, and an intimate friend of Queen Helena's. She is by no means an adventuress." "Then why," Wrayson asked, "should you attach such significance to the fact of her friendship with Miss Deveney?"
"I cannot believe, either, that you would shield any one directly or indirectly connected with such a crime. I am going to ask you, therefore, to tell me what Miss Deveney was doing in these flats on that particular evening." Wrayson was silent. In the light of what he had just been told about the Baroness, he knew very well how Heneage would regard the truth.
"Dare you tell me," Heneage asked calmly, "that her visit was to you? No! I thought not," he added, as Wrayson remained silent. "I believe that that young lady could solve the mystery of Morris Barnes' death, if she chose." Then Wrayson had an idea. At any rate, the disclosure would do no harm. "Do you know who Miss Deveney is?" he asked. Heneage looked across at him quickly. "Do you?" "Yes!
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