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"I shall take up your contention," said Quinny without pause for breath, "first, because you have opened up one of my pet topics, and, second, because it gives me a chance to talk." He gave a sidelong glance at Steingall and winked at De Gollyer. "What is the peculiar fascination that the detective problem exercises over the human mind? You will say curiosity. Yes and no.
"The story ends there?" "That ends the story." "But who took the ring?" Peters extended his hands in an empty gesture. "What! It was never found out?" "Never." "No clue?" "None." "I don't like the story," said De Gollyer. "It's no story at all," said Steingall. "Permit me," said Quinny in a didactic way; "it is a story, and it is complete.
Then, fearing the hysteria gaining possession of him, he dropped back violently into an armchair and covered his face. During this outburst, De Gollyer had deliberately removed his gloves, folded them and placed them in his breast pocket. His reputation for social omniscience had been attained by the simple expedient of never being convinced.
"Back into harness again the old camping days immense." "I must get away." "There you are," said De Gollyer at length. With a deft movement he slipped the atlas in front of his friend, saying, "Morocco, devilish smart air, smashing colors, blues and reds." "Yes, yes." "You remember how we planned it," continued De Gollyer, artfully blundering; "boat to Tangier, from Tangier bang across to Fez."
"It might be three men." "Three men!" exclaimed De Gollyer, who smiled as only a bachelor could smile at such a moment. "I don't know which how should I know? But when I do know when I meet him! I'll spare her but but when we meet we two when my hands are on his throat " He was on his feet again, the rage of dishonor ready to flame forth.
"A woman who runs away gets no alimony," said De Gollyer loudly. "Not here, not in the effete East!" "I hadn't thought of that, either," said Lightbody, who, despite himself, could not repress a smile. De Gollyer, irritated perhaps that he should have been duped into sympathy, ran on with a little vindictiveness. "Of course that means nothing to you, dear boy. You were happy, ideally happy!
"Quite so, quite so. Of course one doesn't think of such things, right at first. And you've had a knock-down a regular smasher, old chap." He stopped, cleared his voice and said sympathetically: "You adored her?" "I suppose I could give up the apartment and sell the auto," said Lightbody slowly, speaking to himself. De Gollyer smiled a bachelor smile.
De Gollyer, at forty-two, showed a responsive face, invincibly, gravely sympathetic, patiently awaiting his climax, knowing that nothing is so cumulatively dangerous as confession. Lightbody took up his glass and again approached it to his lips, frowning at the thought of what he had revealed.
Stibo raised his eyes slowly to Quinny's but veiled as was the look, De Gollyer perceived it, and smilingly registered the knowledge on the ledger of his social secrets. "That's it, by George! that is it," said Steingall, who hurled the enthusiasm of a reformer into his pessimism. "It's all so simple; but they won't understand. And why do you know why? Because a woman is jealous.
"Who? Where?" With a sudden movement, De Gollyer caught his friend by the shoulder and faced him about as a naughty child, exclaiming: "Here, I say, old chap, brace up! Throw back your shoulders take a long breath!" With a violent wrench, Lightbody twisted himself free, while one hand flung appealingly back, begged for time to master the emotion which burst forth in the cry: "Gone forever!"
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