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Updated: May 21, 2025
The fair girl with the sweet face and dainty figure was silent. What could she reply? "What are you doing here at this hour?" Gabrielle's father demanded slowly, releasing her hand. "Why are you prying into my affairs?" He had not detected Flockart's presence, and believed himself alone with his daughter. The man's glance again met Gabrielle's, and she saw in his eyes a desperate look.
Otherwise I couldn't tolerate this life at all!" Those cruel words of her stepmother's, spoken to this man who was at that moment her companion, recurred to her. She recollected, too, Flockart's reply. This hollow pretence of friendship angered her.
"I have no key," was her quick answer. "Come here," he said. "Let me take your hand." With great reluctance, her eyes fixed upon Flockart's face, she did as she was bid, and as her father took her soft hand in his, he said in a stern, harsh tone, full of suspicion and quite unusual to him, "You are trembling, Gabrielle trembling, because because of my unexpected appearance, eh?"
Once, indeed, he had openly declared to her that one of his maxims was never to tell the truth unless obliged. After dinner, a simple meal served in the poky little dining-room, she made an excuse to go to her room, and there sat for a long time, deeply reflecting. Should she write to Walter? Would it be judicious to explain Flockart's visit, and how he had urged their reconciliation?
Hamilton, who must have seen us together and guessed that you intended foul play, I should certainly have been drowned." "He believed that you knew his secret, and he intended, both on his own behalf and on Flockart's also, to close your lips," Murie said.
Some papers brought to her father by Goslin she had placed in the safe earlier that evening, and these, she recognised, were now in Flockart's hands. She had not read them herself, and had no idea of their contents. They were, to her, never interesting. "Mr. Flockart," she exclaimed very firmly at last, "I ask you to kindly replace those papers in my father's safe, relock it, and hand me the key."
"Then why did you write breaking off your engagement?" "He told you that?" she exclaimed in surprise. The truth was that Murie had told Flockart nothing. He had not even seen him. It was only a wild guess on Flockart's part. "Tell me," she urged anxiously, "what did he say concerning myself?" Flockart hesitated. His mind was instantly active in the concoction of a story.
You were devoid of your usual foresight. Depend upon it, a very serious danger threatens. She will speak." "I tell you she dare not. Rest your mind assured." "She will." "She shall not!" "How, pray, can you close her mouth?" asked the foreigner. Flockart's eyes met his. In them was a curious expression, almost a glitter. Krail understood. He shrugged his shoulders, but uttered no word.
The latter sentence was more full of meaning than the speaker dreamed. The words, falling upon Flockart's ears, caused him to wince. Was her ladyship really trying to rid herself of his influence? He laughed within himself at the thought of her endeavouring to release herself from the bond. For her he had never, at any moment, entertained either admiration or affection.
"Unless the old man meets with an accident," replied the other, in a low, distinct voice. "Blind men sometimes do, you know!" Felix Krail, his cigarette held half-way to his lips, stood watching the effect of his insinuation. He saw a faint smile playing about Flockart's lips, and knew that it appealed to him.
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