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Updated: May 28, 2025
With the leaven of incredulity that works in all strong natures, Loder distrusted the professional beggar therefore the charity that bestows easily and promiscuously was denied him; and of other channels of generosity he was too self-contained to have learned the secret. When depression falls upon a man of usually even temperament it descends with a double weight.
"My dear Leonard, you're using your eye-glass; when that happens you're never responsible for what you see." Her words came more slowly and with a touch of languid amusement. Her composure was suddenly restored. Then for the first time Loder changed his position.
Loder talked continuously, sometimes in short, curt sentences, sometimes with ironic touches of humor; he talked until Chilcote, strangely affected by contact with another personality after his weeks of solitude, fell under his influence his excitement rising, his imagination stirring at the novelty of change.
"Not at all!" Again the tone of authority fell to Loder. "I can pull my hat over my eyes and turn up my coat-collar. Nobody will notice me. We can choose the fall of the afternoon. I promise you 'twill be all right." "Suppose the likeness should leak out? It's a risk." Loder laughed confidently. "Tush, man! Risk is the salt of life.
She had intended to offer to give up Eva Herrick's friendship if Owen would send away Miss Loder. In the quiet hours of the night such a bargain had seemed simple enough; but when it came to making the suggestion Toni's heart failed her. "Are you going motoring to-day, Toni?" "I had thought of it," she said slowly; "but do you want the car?" "No, thanks, dear.
She was an on-looker but an on-looker who stood, as it were, on the steps of the arena, who, by a single forward movement, could feel the sand under her feet, the breath of the battle on her face; and in this knowledge she rested satisfied. There were hours when Loder seemed scarcely conscious of her existence; but on those occasions she smiled in her serene way and went on waiting.
Wasn't it a quaint mistake?" There was an uncertain pause. Then Loder, feeling the need of speech, broke the silence suddenly. "Where do I come in?" he asked abruptly. "What am I wanted for?" "To help to throw light on the mystery! I've seen Blanche's list of people, and there wasn't a man I couldn't place no outsider ever squeezes through Blanche's door.
That she was Chilcote's wife Loder instinctively realized the moment she entered the room. But a disconcerting confusion of ideas was all that followed the knowledge. He stood by the desk, silent and awkward, trying to fit his expectations to his knowledge. Then, faced by the hopelessness of the task, he turned abruptly and looked at her again.
Then he crossed the room quietly and held the door open. "Good-bye," he said again as the other passed him. As he crossed the threshold, Chilcote paused. "Au revoir," he corrected, with emphasis. Until the last echo of his visitor's steps had died away Loder stood with his hand on the door; then, closing it quietly, he turned and looked round the room.
The introduction of Herrick's name puzzled him considerably; and although he frowned at Toni's description of Miss Loder, he realized that by some means Toni had been made unhappy over her own position as his wife. "See here, Toni, I don't quite understand." He looked at her keenly. "Who says you are ignorant and all the rest? And what on earth has Herrick to do with our affairs?"
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