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Updated: June 18, 2025
"It was only one dance, you know. Please let me talk to Boum-Boum." The cavalier bowed reluctantly and left us. "What are you doing here alone?" she asked, taking off her own mask. "How warm it is." Before I could reply, I heard some one coming down-stairs back of me, but not in time to turn "Elaine's dressing-table," a voice whispered in my ear. I turned suddenly. It was the gray friar.
Of a truth her quest has been long." So it came to pass that when the company reached the road that led down into the valley, the Lord of the Castle of Content was on the portico alone, though he could not have known that behind every shuttered window of the Castle, a humble servitor of Elaine's was waiting anxiously for her coming.
"Quite a bit," returned the man, frowning still over Elaine's accidental discovery of the under-water communication. "The Dodge girl happened to pick up one of the tubes with a message just after you went down. I tried to get her by blowing up the bridge, but it didn't work, somehow." "We'll have to silence her," remarked Del Mar angrily with a sinister frown. "You stay here and wait for orders."
Ever seen him in 'Hamlet'? Before your time, I guess! Poor Harold in his day was the best all-around Hamlet in the country. Cry! I wish you could have seen that child's father cry on Elaine's fifth birthday. We don't keep them over five years of age here, you know. Bless her! she's in a road company of 'Little Miss Muffet' now.
I fancied that he was somewhat exasperated at his daughter's presence, too, but could see that her explanation of Elaine's and Perry Bennett's interest in the Clutching Hand had considerably mollified him. He had been talking with Bennett as we came in and evidently had a high respect for the young lawyer.
"Keep close to me," whispered Del Mar, as she nodded and they left the conservatory, not apparently together. Up-stairs, away from the gayety of the ballroom, the bolero made his way until he came to Elaine's room, dimly lighted. With a quick glance about, he entered cautiously, closed the door, and approached a closet which he opened. There was a safe built into the wall.
"Why did he let us go, though?" she whispered, her head in a whirl. "I don't know," panted Mary, "but anyhow, thank heaven, we are out of it. Come," she added, taking Elaine's arm, "not a soul has seen us except the servant. Let us get away as quietly as we can." They had reached the street. Afraid to run, they hurried as fast as they could until they turned the first corner. Elaine looked back.
Olive went chalk-white with anger. She had not travelled the long journey to Wiesbaden to be fooled in this way. The ground had been cut from under her feet by Elaine's most unexpected attitude, and the situation needed some drastic counter-move on her part. "A pretty story!" she retorted. "If you imagine your childish bluffing would deceive me, you've a lot to learn yet!
As it happened, Aunt Josephine was upstairs in Elaine's room. She was fixing flowers in a vase on the dressing table of her idolized niece. Meanwhile, Rusty, the collie, lay, half blinking, on the floor. "Who is this?" she asked, as Michael led the bogus telephone inspector into the room. "A man from the telephone company," he answered deferentially.
Even when down below the hillside, by the aqueduct, they were still far from the Villa Clémentine and yet farther from Elaine's hotel by the station. Some conveyance was imperative. But in a quiet country town like Nîmes there are no cabs to be found wandering around at night-time. Nor was there carriage or motor-car in sight.
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