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It was possible, he thought it extremely probable, that Liane Delorme was as powerful as Athenais Reneaux had asserted; influential, that is, with the State, with the dealers in its laws and the dispensers of its protection. But now she had not to reckon with such as these, but with enemies of her own sort, with an antagonism as reckless of law and order as she herself.
The pressure of a hand upon his own roused him to discover the Liane Delorme had seated herself beside him, in a chair that looked the other way, so that her face was not far from his; and he could scarcely be unaware of its hinted beauty, now wan and glimmering in starlight, enigmatic with soft, close shadows. "I must have been dreaming," he said, apologetic. "You startled me."
"Well," said Phinuit, momentarily but very slightly discountenanced "you've been uncommon' damn' useful, you know... I mean, according to mademoiselle." "Useful?" Lanyard enquired politely. "He calls it that," Liane Delorme exclaimed, "when I tell him you have saved my life!" She swept indignantly through the door by which Monk and Phinuit had come to greet them.
Nobody would ever have believed her a day older than twenty-five, no one, that is to say, who had not watched youth ebb from her face and leave it grey and waste with premature winter, as Lanyard had that morning when he told her of the death of de Lorgnes in the restaurant of the Buttes Montmartre. Liane herself had long since put quite out of mind that mauvais quart d'heure.
But here, as our guest !" "More than that," said Liane with her most killing glance for Lanyard: "a dear friend." But Lanyard was not to be put off by fair words and flattery. "No," he said gravely: "but there is some deeper motive..." He sought Phinuit's eyes, and Phinuit unexpectedly gave him an open-faced return. "There is," he stated frankly. "Then why not tell me ?" "All in good time.
The last report and the crash of the front door slammed behind Dupont were as one heartbeat to the next. Lanyard pillowed his head on a forearm and lay sobbing for breath. Liane Delorme turned and ran to the front of the house. Presently she came back drooping, sank into a chair and with lacklustre eyes regarded the man at her feet. "He got away," she said superfluously, in a faint voice.
"If you persist in picking on me, skipper, I'll ravish you of those magnificent eyebrows with a safety razor, some time when you're asleep, and leave you as dumb as a Wop peddler who's lost both arms." Liane followed him out in silence, but her carriage was that of a queen of tragedy. Lanyard got up in turn, and to his amazement found the eyebrows signalling confidentially to him.
At the end of twenty-four hours, however, the conviction seemed somehow to have insidiously penetrated that only a man of his ripe wisdom and disillusionment could possibly have any appeal to a woman like Liane Delorme. It wasn't long after that the engine room was illuminated by Liane's pretty ankles and Mr.
"Really!" he said, handing it over to Monk "how could anyone resist such disarming expressions?" The captain thanked him solemnly and put the weapon away in his safe, together with the steel despatch-box and Liane Delorme's personal treasure of precious stones. With characteristic abruptness Liane Delorme announced that she was sleepy, it had been for her a most fatiguing day.
I don't mind telling you, this fog may save our skins at that. Wireless has been picking up chatter all morning between a regular school of revenue cutters patrolling this coast on the lookout for just such idiots as we are. So we'll carry on and trust to luck till we make Monk Harbour or break our fool necks." Liane Delorme gave a start of dismay. "There is danger, then?"
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