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"Do you know, I rather fancy my own.... Liane's up to something," he added, explanatory; and then, as Lanyard said nothing "You haven't told me yet what she was talking to you about last night just before her alleged fright." Lanyard contrived a successful offensive with his own eyebrows. "Oh?" he said, "haven't I?" and walked out. Here was a new angle to consider.
At about seven they dined on the wing, from the hamper which, with Liane's jewel case in its leather disguise of a simple travelling bag, constituted all the limousine's load of luggage. Lanyard passed sandwiches through the front window to Jules, who munched them while driving like a speed maniac, and with the same appalling nonchalance washed them down with a tumbler of champagne.
"But yes, my dear," Liane's Philippe had told her, and she had seen the tears shining in his gray eyes. "And he is badly burned?" "My brave Janie, these questions are not good to ask not good, not good to answer. This I will tell you. He lives, our Jerry and so dearly does he love you that he will drag back that poor body from hell itself because it is yours, not his.
"I am really very sorry if I have been insolent, but Liane's behavior this afternoon aroused all my fighting blood." Mrs. Halstead kissed her coldly. "I hope you realize that I thought I was doing only my duty. There is one question I must ask you, though, and since you refuse to discuss this with me privately you must take the consequences.
"I lost de Lorgnes in the shuffle immediately, never did know what had become of him till we got Liane's wire this morning. I was having all I could do to take care of myself, thank you. I happened to be carrying the grip, and that helped a bit. Somebody's head got in the way of its swings, and I guess the guy hasn't forgotten it yet.
Now quit cocking those automatic eyebrows at me; you've been doing that ever since we met, and they haven't gone off yet, not once." Irrepressible, Liane's laughter pealed; and though he couldn't help smiling, Lanyard hastened to offer up himself on the altar of peace. "But messieurs! you interest me so much.
Chatting of old times, or sitting in grateful silence when Liane relapsed into abstraction something which she did with a frequency which testified to the heavy pressure of her thoughts he kept an appreciative eye on Jules, conceding at length that Liane's adjective, superb, had been fitly applied to his driving.
It was like Liane's impudence, too. Lanyard smiled at the thought as he studied the mansion from the backwards of a dark doorway in the diagonally opposed block of dwellings.
And he had smiled with his lips, not his eyes. "I should be dull indeed if that I did not know. I am Philippe Laurent, Miss Abbott." And "Oh," she had cried joyously, "Liane's Philippe!" "But yes Liane's Philippe. They are not here, the others? Madame Langdon, the little Miss Rosemary?" "No, they've gone to some parish fair, and I've been wicked and stayed home. Won't you sit down and talk to me?
The eloquent eyebrows indicated surprise and resignation, and Monk got up and inserted himself into his white linen tunic. Phinuit, more sensitive to the accent of something amiss, hurried out in unceremonious shirt sleeves. "What's up?" he demanded, looking from Lanyard's grave face to Liane's face of pallor and distress. Lanyard informed him in a few words. "Impossible!" Phinuit commented.
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