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"A murrain on y'r sowl!" said he, "as there's plague in y'r body, and hell in the slide of y'r feet, like the trail of the red spider. And out o' that come ye, Heldon, for I know y're there. Out of that, ye beast! ... But how can ye go back you that's rolled in that sewer to the loveliest woman that ever trod the neck o' the world!
The fierce passion that had made him attack Foyle on the hint of arrest seemed to have melted away. Heldon Foyle's mask of a face showed no sign of the incredulity he felt. He made no comment, but ran his hands swiftly through the Russian's pockets, piling money, keys, watch, and other articles in a little heap on the table. Beyond a single letter there were no documents on the man.
I know also where your wife has gone." Heldon's face was of a hateful paleness.... They passed out into the night. "Where are you going"? Heldon said. "To God's Playground, if we can get there." "To God's Playground? To the glacier-top? You are mad." "No, but he and she were mad. Come on." Then he whispered something, and Heldon gave a great cry, and they plunged into the woods.
"Shall I do something? send for a doctor?" She waved a slim hand in an impatient negative. "I I shall be all right in a minute," she gasped. Her throat worked. "I wanted to see you, Mr. Foyle. I wanted to tell you to tell you " Her voice trailed away in piteous indecision. Heldon Foyle whispered a few words to Green, who nodded and passed out.
There was a sufficient air of plausibility about the whole accident to impress any one but the most suspicious. Heldon Foyle had entered the hotel, for he did not care to run the risk of frightening his quarry by showing himself again until it was necessary. But he kept a vigilant eye on the clock.
And it's true that it's not Goldenburg." "Oh, all right, let it go. You'd better arrange the laundry inquiry first thing in the morning. Now let me alone. I want to think." Sir Hilary Thornton had come to Heldon Foyle's stocktaking.
Nor did they molest any one who entered or left the house. They merely exercised a quiet, unwearying, unobtrusive surveillance, and Eileen knew that Heldon Foyle had taken his own way of preventing her from seeing Sir Ralph Fairfield. She felt certain that were she to leave the house the men would follow her.
And, please please, I know what is in your minds do not follow me." She had struck the right note. There was no attempt to break her down. With apologies the men withdrew. After all, they were gentlemen whose intrusion on a private grief was personally repugnant to them. The girl reached Scotland Yard while Heldon Foyle was still in talk with Green. Her name at once procured her admission to him.
Some women say nothing, and suffer and forgive, and take such as Heldon back to their bosoms; but there are others I remember a woman bien, it is no matter, it was long ago; but they two are as if born of one mother; and what comes of this will be mad play mad play." "Av coorse his wife may not get to know of it, and " "Not get to know it! 'Tsh, you are a child "
Pierre pointed to a woman's hat on the table. "Do you know that?" he asked, huskily, for he was moved. But Heldon only nodded dazedly. Pierre continued: "I was to have met Tom Liffey here to-night. He is not here. You hoped I suppose to see your wife in your home. She is not there. He left a word on paper for me. I have torn it up. Writing is the enemy of man. But I know where he is gone.
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