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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Kazmah!" cried Gray. "The man who sells perfume and pretends to read dreams? What an extraordinary notion. Wouldn't tomorrow do? He will surely have shut up shop!" "I have been at pains to ascertain," replied Sir Lucien, "at Mrs. Irvin's express desire, that the man of mystery is still in session and will receive her."
"Then you know what I've come about?" "I think so. Won't you sit down? I am afraid the room is rather cold. Is it about Sir Lucien Pyne?" "Well," replied Kerry, "it concerns him certainly. I've been in communication by telephone with Hinkes, Mr. Monte Irvin's butler, and from him I learned that you were professionally attending Mrs. Irvin." "I was not her regular medical adviser, but "
"To watch my wife, Inspector. Thank you, but all the world will know tomorrow. I might as well get used to it." Monte Irvin's pallor grew positively alarming. He swayed suddenly and extended his hands in a significant groping fashion. Kerry sprang forward and supported him. "All right, Inspector all right," muttered Irvin. "Thank you. It has been a great shock. At first I feared "
Both Gray and Sir Lucien had become frequent visitors at Prince's Gate, and Irvin, who understood his wife's character up to a point, made them his friends. Shortly after Monte Irvin's return Sir Lucien taxed Rita again with her increasing subjection to drugs.
The dog ran out, yapping in his irritating staccato fashion, and an expression of hope faded from Irvin's face as he saw a tall fair girl standing in the hallway talking to Hinkes, the butler. She wore soiled Burberry, high-legged tan boots, and a peaked cap of distinctly military appearance. Irvin would have retired again, but the girl glanced up and saw him where he stood by the library door.
A thousand times she mentally repeated the journey, speaking the same words over and over again, and hearing Monte Irvin's replies. In those few minutes during which they had been together her sentiments in regard to him had undergone a change.
He seemed to think that he had a proprietary right to Mrs. Monte Irvin's society, and during the week preceding Sir Lucien's departure Gray came perilously near to making himself ridiculous on more than one occasion. One night, on leaving a theatre, Rita suggested to Pyne that they should proceed to a supper club for an hour. "It will be like old times," she said.
Probably she has been induced to do so by those interested in preventing her from giving evidence." Monte Irvin's eyes lighted up strangely. "Is that the opinion of the Home office agent?" he asked. "Yes." "Inspector Kerry shares it," declared Irvin. "Please God they are right." "It is the only possible explanation," said Margaret. "Any hour now we may expect news of her."
In spite of that iron control which habitually he imposed upon himself, he became aware of the fact that his heart was beating rapidly. He had learned at Leman Street that Kerry had brought Mrs. Irvin's dog from Prince's Gate to aid in the search for the missing woman. He did not doubt that this was the dog which snarled and scratched excitedly beside him. Dimly he divined something of the truth.
That Pyne had planned this trick, with Rita Irvin's consent, he did not doubt, and his passive dislike of the man became active hatred of the woman he dared not think. He had for long looked upon Sir Lucien in the light of a rival, and the irregularity of his own infatuation for another's wife in no degree lessened his resentment. Again he pressed his ear to the door, and listened intently.
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