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"Sit down. Where is that dashed waiter? Oh, you there, Griggs. Come along with some whisky and soda." Crabbe sat down in a deep chair by the fire, and stretched his feet to the flame. Duckford said nothing; only pulled at his cigar and patiently waited for what he knew was soon coming. "Do you know but, no, of course you don't," he began presently.
She looked aft and saw Paul Griggs leaning against the rail, smoking; and she turned her head the other way, and the chair next to her own on that side was occupied by a very pleasant-looking young woman who was sitting up straight and showing the pictures in a book to a beautiful little girl who stood beside her.
The impression lasted all day, and when she went to bed she carefully closed the shutters so that the moonlight should not fall upon the floor. The dream did not return. "It must have been the salad," said Griggs, when she told him that she had not been disturbed again.
She bolted from the box in the dark, I was told, and as she couldn't be found afterwards they concluded she had rushed out and taken a cab home. It seemed natural, I suppose. 'Who found her at last? 'A man called Griggs the author, you know. He carried her to the manager's room, still alive.
"Then you come with me," whispered Hawkins, heading me toward the servants' staircase. "Where?" I inquired suspiciously. There was a peculiar glitter in his eye. "Come along and you'll see," chuckled Hawkins, beginning the ascent. "Oh, I'll tell you what," he continued, pausing on the second landing, "these women make me tired!" "Indeed?" "Yes, they do. You needn't look huffy, Griggs.
She was seated in the front of a box on the third tier, the second row of boxes being almost exclusively reserved in those days. Dalrymple was beside his daughter, and the dark, still face of Paul Griggs was just visible in the shadow. Gloria saw the artist almost immediately, for he could not help looking at her curiously, comparing her face with the mad sketch he had made on the wall.
'You must get to town before the Scotland Yard people, and I don't know how much start they will give you. It depends on how long Mr. Griggs and Logotheti can keep them in the old study. It will be neck and neck, I fancy. I'll go with you to the stables. You must ride to your own place as hard as you can, and go up to London in your car to-night.
It was at this point, my dear friend, that I became an actor in the story of Paul Patoff and his mother, and I will now for a time tell my tale in my own person, in the prosaic person of Paul Griggs, with whom you are so well acquainted that you are good enough to call him your friend.
Of course you are going too; it will be a splendid thing. Do you play polo, Mr. Griggs? Mr. Isaacs is a great player, when he can be induced to take the trouble. He knows more about it than he does about tennis." "I am very fond of the game," I answered, "but I have no horses here, and with my weight it is not easy to get a mount for such rough work."
Pray inform me that you have received it. "Believe me, Signore, with perfect esteem, "FRANCESCA CAMPODONICO." Griggs read the note twice through to the end, and laid it upon the table. Then he thrust his hands into his pockets, and turned thoughtfully to the window without touching the parcel, of which he had not even untied the black string. So Reanda was dead at last.
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