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Under these lines was a dispatch from Furmville giving the information that plain-clothes men of the Furmville police force had discovered the emerald-and-diamond lavalliere worn by Mrs. Enid Fulton Withers the night she was murdered. The jewelry had been found in the yard of the house where Perry Carpenter had lived.
She felt just a little afraid of Rosamund Rosamund was so very pretty with all the added, evanescent charm of extreme youth. She told herself that it was lucky that she, Enid, and Godfrey Radmore were already friends, and good friends too.
"Order!" she said sternly; and after waiting a few moments until her pupils had regained their self-control, she continued: "Who let loose that grasshopper?" "I did, Miss Rowe," replied Enid, promptly. "Then you will leave the room at once, Enid. You will take a bad mark for conduct, and you will learn two pages of Greek chronology, and repeat them to me to-morrow morning before nine o'clock.
Thereupon they proceeded on their way to the court of King Arthur, and what had seemed a long journey to Geraint when he had followed Sir Edern, now seemed too short, for he and the maid Enid passed it in much pleasant converse.
I want to put a railing round and make this into a balcony, where we can have chairs and a hammock." Gladys sat down on the low window-sill. "Enid, you'd be foolish to keep this for a guest room. Nobody would ever enjoy it as much as you would. You can see the whole country from here." Enid smiled, but showed no sign of relenting. "Let's wait and watch the sun go down. Be careful, Claude.
And over against this stood the slim, poetic figure of Enid, so white of soul, so simple, so elemental of appeal. A whole world lay between the two parts. All that each stood for was diametrically opposed to the other. One was modern as the telephone, true, sound, and revealing.
And as far as my observation goes, I can detect that Sir Hugh has fallen into some trap which has been cunningly prepared for him." Enid gasped and her countenance blanched. "You believe, then, that those consultations I have had with the doctor are at his own instigation?" "Most certainly. Sir Hugh hates Weirmarsh, but, fearing exposure, he must obey the fellow's will."
And as Enid checked her horse and waited for Geraint to come up, that she might ask him whether it was his pleasure to pass the night there, she saw, down the wide street before her, the forms of men, creeping and gathering in the gloom.
"Good-bye, Niddy, old girl. What do I want to pick up at Tattersall's?" "A polo pony, Bob," she answered firmly. "Oh, a polo pony. Thanks, Chin, chin, Hen. Polo pony is it?" He strode off, whistling "She wore a wreath of roses" in a puzzled manner, but still preserving the accepted demeanour of a bulwark. As soon as Mr. Green was out of sight Lady Enid said, "We aren't going to Hill Street."
Another dance, a modified waltz, revealed Enid in the arms of Manton. I tried to determine from her actions if she felt any preference for the producer, or for Millard when again she took the floor with him. It was an idle effort, of course. The people surged out perhaps three or four times while we were at our meal. Each time the party below jumped up in response to the music.
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