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Nevill's usual self-possession seemed to have deserted him, and as he went on with his revelation he spoke in jerky sentences, with some confusion and embarrassment. "That's all there is about it," he wound up, aggressively. "All?" cried Stephen Foster. He got up and walked nervously to the window.
You have your points, though punctuality doesn't seem to be one of them," and with this parting shot Miss Oman bustled away. Half-past eight found me ascending the great, dim staircase of the house in Nevill's Court preceded by Miss Oman, by whom I was ushered into the room. Mr.
Victor Nevill's progress along Piccadilly was frequently interrupted by friends, fashionably dressed young men like himself, whose invitations to come and have a drink he declined on the plea of an engagement. Just beyond Devonshire House he was accosted eagerly by a fresh-faced, blond-haired boy he was no more than twenty-two who was coming from the opposite direction.
We were at Marlborough together in seventy-eight." "You've known him twenty years then. And you have known me three?" "Four, Molly four next September." "Well, four then. It isn't a long time. And you see it wasn't enough, to know me in, was it?" He said nothing; but the fringe dropped from his fingers. "You were Nevill's best friend too, weren't you?" "Yes.
Never had she seen anything so beautiful, and she would cheerfully have recalled every phase of her career from earliest babyhood, if by doing so she could have pleased the givers. "But yes," she answered to Nevill's first questions, "the beautiful lady whom I served was the wife of Sidi Cassim ben Halim.
Nor was I without a certain sympathetic pensiveness; as if, from the great, silent house, the spirit of the vanished man had issued forth to bear us company. But still it was a delightful walk, and I was sorry when at last we arrived at the entrance to Nevill's Court, and Miss Bellingham halted and held out her hand. "Good-by," she said; "and many, many thanks for your invaluable help.
I shook hands once more with my friends and strode out into Fleet Street, but as soon as I was outside the gate I made direct for Nevill's Court. What was in my mind I do not know; only that some instinct of protection led me there, where my lady lay unconscious of the hideous menace that hung over her.
To my profound relief, the influx of patients ceased, and the practise sank into its accustomed torpor; whereby I was able without base and mendacious subterfuge to escape in good time to my tryst. It was near upon eight o'clock when I passed through the archway into Nevill's Court. The warm afternoon light had died away, for the summer was running out apace.
And there are a few who think, and who are not ashamed to whisper their thoughts with bated breath, that she saw Miss Nevill's sad death too near and too well to be utterly spotless in the matter.
Then you do know him. I have not consulted the oracle in vain. He is a patient of yours, no doubt?" "A patient and a personal friend. His address is Forty-nine Nevill's Court." "Thank you, thank you. Oh, and as you are a friend, perhaps you can inform me as to the customs of the household. I am not expected, and I do not wish to make an untimely visit. What are Mr.
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