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Say, Bobby, did you see that necklace Della Stacey had on the other night? Twenty-two hundred dollars it cost at Tiffany's. But, of course pull my sash a little to the left, Adams." "Miss Lauriere for the opening chorus!" cried the call boy without. Gillian strolled out to where his cab was waiting. "What would you do with a thousand dollars if you had it?" he asked the driver.
"At that moment however, the lock which they had unscrewed fell onto the floor with a metallic sound, and Madame de Laurière and the Police Commissary, wearing his tricolored scarf, appeared in the door, while behind them the heads of the uncle and of the lawyer could be seen indistinctly in the background.
Walking down the steps which mark the differences that time has made in the levels of the ground and entering a small octagonal hall, one of the most interesting interiors of Provence meets the eye. "Each of its four sides," writes Jules de Laurière, "which correspond to the angles of the outer square, has a semicircular apse built in the walls themselves.
"Now, what is it, Bobby? I'm going on in two minutes." "Rabbit-foot your right ear a little," suggested Gillian, critically. "That's better. It won't take two minutes for me. What do you say to a little thing in the pendant line? I can stand three ciphers with a figure one in front of 'em." "Oh, just as you say," carolled Miss Lauriere. "My right glove, Adams.
I wanted to chuck the money in a lump, for I've got to turn in an account for it, and I hate itemizing." Gillian phoned for a cab and said to the driver: "The stage entrance of the Columbine Theatre." Miss Lotta Lauriere was assisting nature with a powder puff, almost ready for her call at a crowded matinée, when her dresser mentioned the name of Mr. Gillian. "Let it in," said Miss Lauriere.
In an hour, Madame de Laurière will be at the office of the Police Commissary in the Rue de Provence, with her uncle and Maître Cantenac ...
And there were no possible means of putting off that obligatory entertainment, to let Madame Le Laurière know in time, and to gain a few minutes more. "'Have you found a woman, at any rate? Maître de Chevrier continued anxiously. "'No, my dear sir! "I immediately began to think of the whole string of my dear female friends.
"Why, Bobby Gillian, there's only one logical thing you could do. You can go buy Miss Lotta Lauriere a diamond pendant with the money, and then take yourself off to Idaho and inflict your presence upon a ranch. I advise a sheep ranch, as I have a particular dislike for sheep." "Thanks," said Gillian, rising, "I thought I could depend upon you, Old Bryson. You've hit on the very scheme.
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