Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 25, 2025
But before that happened, he wanted to see life with a large L; and Cousin Whitaker gave him a good start by introducing him to little ingénue Liane. And then she put the smuggling bee in his bonnet." "Smuggling!" Lanyard began to experience glimpses.... "Champagne. If ever all the truth comes out, I fancy it will transpire that Liane's getting a rake-off from some vintner.
She might be as grateful as she ought to be, but she was still ... Liane Delorme ... a woman to be tested rather than trusted. "I must tell you. But perhaps you knew there were agents de police in the restaurant to-night?" Liane's head described a negative; her violet eyes were limpid pools of candour. "I am so much a stranger in Paris," Lanyard pursued, "I would not know them.
That she must therefore have had a tolerably accurate knowledge either of Dupont's identity or of the opposition interests which that one so ably represented; and thus was better informed than poor de Lorgnes, to whom Dupont had been unknown; which argued that Liane's rôle in the intrigue was that of a principal, whereas de Lorgnes had figured only as a subordinate.
Under the pink shaded candles to my blind eyes it seemed that there was seated the coolest, quietest, whitest little thing, with eyes that were as indifferent as my velvety Liane's were kind, and mockery in her smile. Oh, little masquerader! If I could get my arms about you even for a minute if I could kiss so much as the tips of your lashes would you be cool and quiet and mocking then?
Monk was following with a twinkle the journeys of Lanyard's observant eye. "Do myself pretty well, don't you think?" he observed quietly, in a break in Liane's dramatic narrative; perforce the lady must now and again pause for breath. Lanyard smiled in return. "I can't see you've much to complain of." The captain nodded, but permitted a shade of gravity to become visible in his expression.
From the saloon companionway drifted intermittently a confusion of voices, Liane's light laughter, muted clatter of chips, now and then the sound of a popping cork.
And when Lanyard had satisfied himself there was nobody concealed in any part of Liane's suite, and had been rewarded with a glance of gratitude "I shall lock myself in, of course," the woman said from the threshold "and I have my pistol, too." "But I assure you," Monk commented in heavy sarcasm, "our intentions are those of honourable men."
It is better that we show no light; one stray gleam through the curtains would tell too much. Wait." A noise of light footsteps muffled by a rug, high heels tapping on uncovered floor, the scrape of a drawer pulled out: and she returned to give him a little nickelled electric torch. "And then ?" "Liane's address, if you know it." The girl named a number on an avenue not far distant.
Lights were burning on the floor above, and a rumour of feminine voices drifted down, interrupted by an occasional sibilant rustle of silk, or a brief patter of high-heeled feet: noises which bore out the conjecture that madame's maid was undressing and putting her to bed; a ceremony apt to consume a considerable time with a woman of Liane's age and disposition, passionately bent on preserving to the grave a semblance of freshness in her charms.
Lanyard slowly inclined his head: "I regret I must beg to be excused." "You damned fool!" "Pardon, monsieur?" A look of fury convulsed Liane's face. Phinuit, too, was glaring, no longer a humourist. Monk's mouth was working, and his eyebrows had got out of hand altogether. "I said you were a damned fool " "But is not that a matter of personal viewpoint?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking