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Updated: June 1, 2025
Unfortunately or fortunately she knew nothing whatever of the mental processes of the wicked girls of the world, which was why she lay broken to pieces, sobbing sobbing, not at the moment because she was a trapped thing, but because Lady Etynge had a face in whose gentleness her heart had trusted and rejoiced.
Fraulein Hirsch had, perhaps, been told that her pupil had taken a cab and gone home and she would return to her lodgings thinking she was safe. Then only at this moment, and with a suddenness which produced a sense of shock she recalled that it was Fraulein Hirsch who had presented her to Lady Etynge. Fraulein Hirsch herself!
"If that is the case," Lady Etynge said, even relievedly, "I will leave you here to look at things until I come back. I really want to talk to you a little more about yourself and Helene. I can't let you go." She looked back from the door before she passed through it. "Amuse yourself, my dear," and then she added hastily to the man.
Here was a quilted basket with three Persian kittens purring in it, and she knelt and stroked their fluffiness, bending her slim neck and showing how prettily the dark hair grew up from it. It was, perhaps, that at which Lady Etynge was looking as she stood behind her and watched her. The girl-nymph slenderness and flexibility of her leaning body was almost touchingly lovely.
Lady Etynge is wondering if she can find a suitable young companion to live in the house with her. She must be a young lady and perfectly educated and with brightness and charm. Not a person like myself, but one who can be treated as an equal and a friend almost a playmate." "It would be an agreeable position," commented Robin, thoughtfully. "Extremely so," answered Fraulein Hirsch.
A quite beautiful tea equipage awaited them on a small table, but Lady Etynge was not in the room. "What a beautiful house to live in," said Robin, "but, do you know, the number ISN'T 97 A. I looked as we came in, and it is No. 25." "Is it? I ought to have been more careful," answered Fraulein Hirsch. "It is wrong to be careless even in small matters."
She has a daughter who is in France ," "Marguerite staying with her aunt in Paris," suddenly put in the voice of the blunt-featured man from his side of the room. "Helene at a Covent in Tours," corrected Mademoiselle, turning a paling countenance towards him and then upon Coombe. "Lady Etynge spoke of wanting to engage some nice girl as a companion to her daughter, who is coming home.
She did not notice the number. There is no Lady Etynge and there is no 97A in Berford Place! That is why I came here." The man who had stood aside, stepped forward again. It was as if he answered some sign, though Lord Coombe at the moment crossed the hearth and rang the bell. "Scotland Yard knows that, ma'am," said the man.
The woman who called herself Lady Etynge is of a class which which does not count me among its clients. I had put certain authorities on her track which was how I discovered your whereabouts when Mademoiselle Valle told me that you had gone to take tea with her. Mere chance you see. Don't be grateful to me, I beg of you, but to Mademoiselle Valle."
How she hoped that she might make Lady Etynge like her. After tea was over, Lady Etynge spoke pleasantly to Fraulein Hirsch. "I know that you wanted to register a letter. There is a post-office just around the corner. Would you like to go and register it while I take Miss Gareth-Lawless upstairs? You have seen the rooms. You will only be away a few minutes."
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