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Updated: May 31, 2025
"Yes, madame, immediately." "Also the lunch-hamper, if you please." "Assuredly, monsieur." Leon departed hastily for the limousine, where Marthe joined him, while Lanyard and Liane Delorme proceeded to the touring car. "But what on earth do you want with that hamper, monsieur?" "Hush, little sister, not so loud! Brother thinks he has another idea." "Then Heaven forbid that I should interfere!"
I know you're wrong; but, admitting for the sake of argument that you might be right, what use could you make of this marvellous private information, supplied to your brain only? If the Countess de Mattos is really Liane Devereux, come to life, one might be sure that a woman clever enough to plan from the beginning so astounding an affair would be too clever to leave any tracks behind her."
"I'm afraid so, my dear," said Liane Delorme with another sigh. "You know: I am afraid of you. You see everything so clearly..." "It's a vast pity. I wish I could outgrow it. One misses so many amusing emotions when one sees too clearly."
Lanyard smiled cheerfully and sat up in his chair, watching the captain while he unlocked the door in the pedestal and with shaking fingers manipulated the combination dial. Liane Delorme left her chair to stand nearby, in undissembled anxiety. Only Phinuit remained as he had been, lounging back and watching Lanyard narrowly, his automatic pistol dangling between his knees.
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 gun spiked, Lanyard began to breathe more freely. "It is not too late to make up that loss, monsieur." Liane Delorme was actually chuckling in appreciation of his readiness, pleased with him even in the moment of her own discomfiture; her eyes twinkling merrily at him above the fan with which she hid a convulsed countenance.
As for Liane, she made no secret of her unabated timidity, yet suffered it with such fortitude as could not fail to win admiration.
Why she had not done so, why she had permitted Monk and Phinuit to play their comedy of offering him the jewels, passed understanding. But of one thing Lanyard felt reasonably assured: now that she had him to all intents and purposes her foiled and harmless captive aboard the Sybarite, Liane would not keep him waiting long for enlightenment as to her intentions.
Are you satisfied with the way I keep my word, monsieur?" "It's hard to see how he can have any kick coming," Phinuit commented with some acidity. Lanyard addressed himself to Liane: "Do I understand the jewels are on this vessel?" "In this room." Lanyard sat up and took intelligent notice of the room. Phinuit chuckled, and consulted Monk in the tone of one reasonable man to his peer.
"Get out, Liane," she commanded briefly, and with one look at her blazing eyes the woman meekly obeyed. Willa turned to the chauffeur. "How much does your meter register? Take it out of this, keep the rest for yourself and go. Your fare will not need you any longer." The man hesitated, but his late passenger made no move, and the proffered banknote was a tempting one. He took it and went.
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