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Then she came down again to the bureau with some bluish note-paper and envelopes in her hand, and, in response to the surprised question of the pink-frocked colleague who had taken her place, she explained that she wanted to write a letter. 'You do look that bad, Miss Malpas, said the other girl, who made a speciality of compassion. 'Do I? said Nina. 'Yes, you do.
The Countess had been very much interested in Father Bruno's story, and most readily acceded to his request to leave Beatrice as her visitor until he should have a home to which he could take her. And Beatrice de Malpas, the daughter of a baronial house in Cheshire, was a very different person in the estimation of a Christian noble from Belasez, daughter of the Jew pedlar.
"You came direct?" "I left Sir Brian Malpas at the corner of Victoria Street at four minutes to twelve by Big Ben, and walked straight home, actually entering here, from the street, as the clock was chiming the last stroke of midnight." "Then you would have walked up the street from an easterly direction?" "Certainly." "Did you meet any one or anything?"
"What! canst thou ask me? Did he not presume to lay unclean hands on a daughter of Israel, of whom saith the Holy One, `Ye shall not give her unto the heathen'?" "I do not think De Malpas was a heathen." "Hast thou been to the creeping thing up yonder and begged to be baptised to-morrow?" This was a complimentary allusion to that Right Reverend person, the Bishop of Norwich.
A man who wore a raincoat with the collar turned up and buttoned tightly about his throat, and whose peculiar bowler hat seemed to be so tightly pressed upon his head that it might have been glued there, detached himself from the shadows of the neighboring cab rank as M. Gaston Max and Sir Brian Malpas quitted the Club, and followed them at a discreet distance.
She went on: 'You know, my dear, it won't be even out of my way, as I have to call at Mr. Malpas's office, and I can go there from the hotel in Regent Street. This was all news to Stephen. She did not know that her aunt had intended going to London; and indeed she did not know of any business with Mr. Malpas, whose firm had been London solicitor to the Rowlys for several generations.
She had now given it up with a sorrowful recognition that it was not to be done, but a firm conviction that it was her own fault, and that she ought to be very penitent for such hardness of heart. "It seems to me," continued Licorice, "that this bad young man, whose name was De Malpas, must have cast a spell on our poor, unhappy Anegay.
"I do not know why he chose to come to me rather than to you, Raoul," said Gillian; "and if I did know, perhaps I would not tell you. Go to miss your bargain, or make your bargain, I care not which the man will not wait for you he has good proffers from the Seneschal of Malpas, and the Welsh Lord of Dinevawr."
"Then you lied to me again, Lionel. For you said 'twas he attacked you." "And so he did." Lionel countered instantly. "He never gave me time to speak, but flung down from his horse and came at me snarling like a cross-grained mongrel. Oh, he was as ready for the fight as I as eager." "But the woman at Malpas knows," said Sir Oliver gloomily. "And if she tells...." "She'll not," cried Lionel.
The detective helped himself to a cheroot from a box on the table and lit up. Then, affecting to scan the end of his cigar with great attention, he asked abruptly: "What do you know of the woman calling herself Madame de Malpas?" Robin pursed up his lips rather disdainfully. "One of the late Mr. Parrish's lady friends," he replied. "I expect you know that!"
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