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Updated: June 6, 2025
It was nearly nine o'clock, and for the moment the Casino was very empty, for the afternoon players had left, and the evening serie, as M. Polperro contemptuously called them the casual crowd of night visitors to Lacville had not yet arrived from Paris. "And now," said Madame Wachner, suddenly, "is it not time for us to go and 'ave our little supper?"
In due course a coroner and his jury sat on the body of Lord Polperro; in the order of things this inquest was publicly reported.
"No particular reason only " "Yes, go on be a pal." "You won't repeat it?" "No fear." "There was a West Country guide book on his table one day and I happened to glance at it." "Um." "Ever heard of Polperro?" "Yes." "On one of the maps Polperro had a pencil line ringed round it and a couple of very small dots marked in certain places." "That might have been years old." "It wasn't.
The joyous singing of birds outside her window, the majestic climbing of the sun in the heavens maddened her. Her spirit had been aroused: she had wondered what she could do to defy fate to do its worst. The morning's post had brought a letter from Perigal, the envelope of which bore the Polperro postmark.
Then he stayed on talking to her, for like all clever hotel-keepers the Southerner had the gift of making those who were staying in his house feel as if they were indeed his guests rather than his clients. "If Madame should ever care to make a little stay at Lacville, how happy Madame Polperro and I would be!" he exclaimed. "I have a beautiful room overlooking the lake which I could give Madame.
Even busier than usual was the merry, capable little chef, for as it happened Madame Polperro had had to go away for two or three days. "I want to know," said Chester abruptly, "if you can let me have a room for to-night? The room the Comte de Virieu occupied is, I suppose, disengaged?" "I will see, M'sieur I will inquire!"
It would not have improved his temper had he known that the town traveller was amusing himself with the reflection that there was no trace of personal resemblance between him and his brother Francis, who, on the other hand, bore a very strong likeness indeed to Lord Polperro. As soon as he could get away Gammon dispatched a telegram.
He no longer addressed his companion by the name of Greenacre; his talk was marked with a rational reserve; he watched the course of their drive along the highways of South London, and showed satisfaction as they approached his own district. The cabman was paid with careless liberality, and Lord Polperro ran up the stairs to his flat.
It was reserved for a Russian Princess, but now she is not coming " "Perhaps I will come and stay here some day," said Sylvia, and she really felt as if she would like to come and stay in the Villa du Lac. "But I am going to Switzerland next week, so it will have to be the next time I come to France in the summer." "Does Madame play?" asked M. Polperro, insinuatingly. "I?" said Sylvia, laughing.
Greenacre had been to Ireland on the track of a woman whom Lord Polperro had lost sight of for some five-and-twenty years; he had obtained satisfactory evidence that this woman was dead a matter of some moment, seeing that, if still alive, she would have been his lordship's wife. The date of her death was seven years and a few months ago.
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