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The world was, indeed, sad and gloomy, and even Jock sat looking up at his young mistress as though regarding her grief in wonder. Now and then distant shots came from across the hills. They were shooting over the Drummond estate, she knew, for she had had an invitation to join their luncheon-party that day. Lady Heyburn and Flockart had no doubt gone.
"Well," he said, "if you've been bold enough to do this in face of the gossip, then you're a much cleverer man than ever I took you to be." For answer, Flockart took some letters from his breast-pocket, selected one written in a foreign hand, and gave it to Krail to read.
That man standing there" she indicated Flockart "was living at the Hotel Continental, and was a frequent visitor. He told me that it was well known in London that Walter admired Miss Bryant, a declaration that I admit drove me half-mad with jealousy." "It was a lie!" declared Walter. "I never made love to the girl. I admired her, that's all." "Well," laughed Flockart, "go on.
The knowledge that Lady Heyburn and Flockart would exult over her downfall and exile to that tiny house in a sleepy little Northamptonshire village did not trouble her. Her enemies had triumphed. She had played the game and lost, just as she might have lost at billiards or at bridge, for she was a thorough sportswoman.
And if he displayed such clever ingenuity and forethought in laying a trap for the inquisitive, is it not more than likely that there may be other traps baited with equal craft and cunning?" "Then how are we to make the coup?" Flockart asked, looking into the colourless eyes of his friend. "We shall, I fear, never make it, unless " "Unless what?" he asked.
"Because well, forgive me for saying so, my dear Flockart because you've been a fool, and have allowed her to know." "It wasn't I; it was the woman." "Lady Heyburn! Why, I always believed her to be the soul of discretion." "She's been too defiant of consequences. A dozen times I've warned her; but she will not heed."
The so-called smart business man is the one who robs his neighbour without committing the sin of being found out." This remark caused the other a twinge of conscience. Did he intend to convey any hidden meaning? He was full of cunning and cleverness. "Well," Flockart exclaimed, "I'm truly gratified to think that I retain your confidence, Sir Henry.
I could not speak, for I was too utterly dumfounded." "The fiends!" ejaculated Walter fiercely. "Then followed a hurried consultation, in which Krail showed himself most solicitous on my behalf," the pale-faced girl went on. "Aided by Flockart, I think, he scraped away a hole in a pit full of dead leaves, and there the body must have been concealed just as it was.
I managed to get a glance at one of them, and it was signed 'Metaforos." "That's their Paris cable address," said his companion. "Surely you, with your network of sources of information, and your own genius for discovering secrets, ought to be able to reveal the true nature of Sir Henry's business. Is it an honest one?" asked Flockart. "I think not." "Think!
Flockart, the man who held her in his power, the man whom she knew to be her father's bitterest opponent, a cheat and a fraud, stood there triumphant, with a smile upon his lips; while she, pure, honest, and devoted to that afflicted man, was denounced and outcast. She raised her voice in one last word of faint protest.
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