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It was a raw, ill-humored afternoon, yet too late in the spring for the ministration of steam heat, so the unseasonable May chill was banished from Mrs. De Peyster's sitting-room by a wood fire that crackled in the grate; crackled most decorously, be it added, for Mrs.
De Peyster's housekeeper entertaining for the summer her brother, sister, and niece." Mr. Mayfair grinned, ever so little. "You've got some sense of humor, old top," he approved dryly. "Thank you," said Mr. Pyecroft, with a gratified air. He led Mr. Mayfair past the room within which Jack was hidden, down to the servants' door and courteously let him out. Two minutes later Mr.
"She must think she can do a lot with it," mused Mr. Pyecroft. "If the letter, or its substance, were printed, say in 'Town Gossip, I suppose it would mean the end of Mrs. De Peyster's social leadership, and Mrs. Allistair would then have things her own way." "Can't say," said the detective. But he winked knowingly. When he had gone Mr.
Pyecroft, "permit me to preface what I have to say by touching upon two necessary personal details. First, I believe, at least, you, Mr. Mayfair, have known me as Mr. Simpson, brother of Mrs. De Peyster's housekeeper. I am not her brother.
Then, in a flash, she understood. They were snubbing her as a social inferior! Mrs. De Peyster was beginning to flame when the clergyman they had glimpsed the night before entered and pronounced a sonorous good-morning, all-inclusive, as though intended for a congregation. He seated himself at a small table just beyond Mrs. De Peyster's and was unfolding his napkin when his eyes fell upon Mrs.
The two dark figures stood an instant, breathless, in the dark mouth of the cavern beneath the marble balustraded stairway that ascended with chaste dignity to Mrs. De Peyster's noble front door. Swiftly they surveyed the scene. Not a policeman was in sight: no one save, across the way on Washington Square benches, a few plebeian lovers enjoying the soft calm of a May eleven o'clock.
And then, after respectful adieus, the Duke had sailed away and within a month the papers were giving columns to his scandalous escapades with a sensational Spanish dancer of parsimonious drapery. Whereupon the rumors of Mrs. De Peyster's previously gossiped-of marriage with the now notorious Duke were revived by the subtle instigation, and as an act of social warfare, so Mrs.
Let not the colonel of the King forget that with Clark at their head they crossed the Ohio, took Vincennes and Kaskaskia and him who was then the commander of Detroit, Hamilton, now held prisoner in a far land beyond the mountains." De Peyster's face flushed darkly, and the other white men moved uneasily.
"I sized you two up from the first minute, and I've been watching you ever since. The other one could get away with the housekeeper's part O.K., but any one could see through your makeup. What are the bulls after you for?" "The the what?" "Oh, come, you're dodging the police, or why the disguise?" he queried pleasantly. He picked up Mrs. De Peyster's pearl pendant.
"Miss Harmon," he whispered rapidly, "did you obey Mrs. De Peyster's instructions on your voyage home? About keeping to your stateroom about keeping yourself veiled, and all the rest?" "Yes," said Olivetta. "And Mrs. De Peyster's trunks, where are they?" "At the Cunard pier," "What name did you sail under?" "Miss Harriman." In the same instant Mr.
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