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You can go back ... to your cheating." He stopped for some seconds. She was deadly still. "You wanted to, and now you may. You wanted to, before I got work. You remember? You know your place is still open at Lagune's. I don't care. I tell you I don't care that. Not that! You may go your own way and I shall go mine. See?
She went into the hall, where her hat, transfixed by a couple of hat-pins, hung above her jacket, assumed these garments, and let herself out into the cold grey street. She had hardly gone twenty yards from Lagune's door before she became aware of a man overtaking her and walking beside her.
He heard Lagune's voice next him speaking with a peculiar quality of breathless reverence, "The alphabet?" he asked, "shall we shall we use the alphabet?" A forcible rap under the table. "No!" interpreted the voice of the Medium. The raps were continued everywhere. Of course it was trickery, Lewisham endeavoured to think what the mechanism was.
He figured the dramatic moment he had prepared with Smithers Ethel a spectator. He peered suspiciously into the darkness. Somebody shuddered again, someone opposite him this time. He felt Lagune's finger quiver still more palpably, and then suddenly the raps began, abruptly, all about him. Rap! making him start violently.
And then, and then To all of which she lent a willing and incredulous ear, finding in that dreaming a quality of fear as well as delight. The putting on of the pearl-set ring was mere ceremonial, of course; she could not wear it either at Lagune's or at home, so instead she threaded it on a little white satin ribbon and wore it round her neck "next her heart."
She sat staring in front of her at the gathering night. She spoke again in an even tone. "I hate telling you these things. It is you ... If you didn't mind ... But you make it all different. I could do it if it wasn't for you. I was ... I was helping ... I had gone meaning to help if anything went wrong at Mr. Lagune's. Yes that night. No ... don't! It was too hard before to tell you.
That she promised if it needed promising. There had already been dreadful trouble at home about the exposure at Lagune's. Her mother had sided with her stepfather and joined in blaming her. But was she to blame? "Of course you were not to blame," said Lewisham. Then he had decided to give Chaffery a sound lecture on his disastrous dishonesty. But it was Chaffery gave the lecture.
"Don't you think perhaps" a little ripple of laughter passed across his mind "he had a skeleton key?" Lagune's face lingered amusingly in Lewisham's mind as he returned to Clapham. But after a time that amusement passed away. He declined upon the extraordinary fact that Chaffery was his father-in-law, Mrs.
"They're at it already, I believe," she said to Lewisham confidentially. "Mr. Lagune's always at it." There were sounds of chairs being moved, Smithers' extensive voice making a suggestion and laughing nervously. Lagune appeared opening the door. His grizzled face seemed smaller and his big grey eyes larger than usual. "We were just going to begin without you," he whispered. "Come along."
Lewisham, it was remarked by Miss Heydinger, made but a poor figure in this discussion. Once or twice he seemed about to address Lagune, and thought better of it with the words upon his lips. Lagune's treatment of the exposure was light and vigorous. "The man Chaffery," he said, "has made a clean breast of it. His point of view " "Facts are facts," said Smithers.
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