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He got up and placed himself between the lamp and the door. He knew slightly the formidable official whose presence here surely indicated some serious development in what had now become a matter of urgent interest to many quite outside the Pargeter circle.
Pargeter, on her way to the station, might have stopped to see some friend, and, finding that friend ill, have remained to nurse her, the suggestion so seized hold of Pargeter's imagination that he insisted on spending the afternoon in making a tour of his own and his wife's acquaintances. To Vanderlyn's anger and pain, the only result of this action on his part was that Mrs.
The offer Vanderlyn was about to convey to Madame d'Elphis was quite simple; in exchange for saying a very few words to Tom Pargeter, words which would add greatly to the belief the millionaire already possessed in what he took to be her extraordinary gifts of divination, the soothsayer would receive ten thousand francs.
He turned that which had been Margaret Pargeter so that her face would be completely hidden from anyone opening the door and looking into the carriage. Yet, even as he was doing this, Vanderlyn kept a sharp watch and ward over his own nerves. His had now become the mental attitude of a man who desires to save the living woman whom he loves from some great physical danger.
Vanderlyn made up his mind to spend the whole of the next day with Pargeter; he must be at the villa, ready to put in his word of advice, even, if need be, of suggestion, when the moment came for him to do so. For the first time for many nights Vanderlyn's sleep was unbroken; and early the next morning he made his way to the Avenue du Bois de Boulogne.
That must be his task his easy and yet intolerable task during the next week or ten days, until the disappearance of Margaret Pargeter became first suspected, and then discovered. But before that was likely to happen many long days would certainly go by, for, as is so often the case when a man and woman have become, in secret, everything to one another, Laurence Vanderlyn and Mrs.
But for these brief periods of self-communing, he felt that his body, as well as his mind, would and must have given way. Peggy's husband had leant helplessly on him, and from the first moment he had been so indifferent onlookers would have told you the sympathetic, helpful witness of the various phases Tom Pargeter had lived through during those long two days.
The thought that this might be so made Vanderlyn's heart quail with anguish and horror, and yet, if such a thing were within the bounds of possibility, had he not better go to the Morgue alone and now, rather than later in the company of Tom Pargeter?
Peggy's own people, old-fashioned country gentry, were regarded by Pargeter as hopelessly dowdy and "out of it," so none of them had been invited. With Laurence Vanderlyn alone had the young mistress of the house had any link of mutual interests or sympathies; but of flirtation, as that protean word was understood by those about them, there had been none.
The playing of those games which can best be described as requiring a minimum of judgment and a maximum of luck was apparently the only occupation remaining to the Marquis de Florac, and when in funds he was often to be found in the card-rooms of "Monaco Junior." "He's losing now," whispered Pargeter. "I should think he's near the end of his tether, eh? Funny how money goes from hand to hand!
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