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Forgive me, but it was not by any chance my husband whom you wished to see?" "Your husband would have done as well, Madame," Duncombe answered bluntly, "but I learned that he was not at home. My visit is really to Miss Poynton. I should be exceedingly obliged if you would allow me the privilege of a few minutes' conversation with her." The forehead of the Marquise was wrinkled with surprise.
She is certainly a little thinner and taller. The features are similar, but the hair is quite differently arranged. I should say that Miss Fielding is two or three years older than Phyllis Poynton, and she has the air of having travelled and been about more." "A few months of events," Andrew murmured, "might account for all those differences."
He seemed scarcely master of himself. "The girl's voice tortures me," he declared. "It doesn't seem possible that there can be two so much alike. And then Spencer's telegram. What does it mean?" "Be reasonable, old fellow!" Duncombe answered. "You knew Phyllis Poynton well.
Guy Poynton," the manager continued, "arrived here about three weeks ago, and took a room for himself and one for his sister, who was to arrive on the following day. He went out that same evening, and has never since returned. Of that fact you are no doubt aware." Duncombe nodded impatiently. "Yes!" he said. "That is why I am here."
The Catholic Bishop Pompallier, with two priests, landed at Hokianga on January 10th, 1838, and took up his residence at the house of an Irish Catholic named Poynton, who was engaged in the timber trade. Poynton was a truly religious man, who had been living for some time among the Maoris.
"No names," he said. "It is better not. We understand. A most interesting adventure, Monsieur Poynton, and to your health!" The wine was good, and the fun of the place itself went almost to the head. Always there were newcomers who passed down the room amidst a chorus of greetings, always the gayest of music.
For instance, had Miss Poynton any relations in France?" "Not to my knowledge," Pelham answered. "I have known both her and her brother for a great many years, and I never heard either of them mention any." "Why did she go to Paris, then?" "To meet her brother." "And why did he go abroad?" "It was a whim, I think.
But I'm there all the same." "Who wants to spy upon Miss Fielding?" Andrew exclaimed hoarsely. "She can be the daughter of a multi-millionaire or a penniless adventurer for all I care. All I want is to be sure that she isn't Phyllis Poynton." "You are not yet convinced?" "No." There was a moment's silence. Duncombe walked to the window and returned.
"What has become of Mademoiselle Phyllis Poynton, the young English lady?" The eyes of Madame seemed to narrow for a moment. Monsieur Louis lit a cigarette with fingers which shook a little, and the fair face of Mademoiselle Flossie was suddenly white. Then they all three looked at one another. "Do you know whom Monsieur may mean?" "Not I!" "An English girl! There are none come here."
The police arrive. I am before the Commissioner. I give him the sign it is l'affaire Poynton. I go free! It is a certain thing." "Granted!" Spencer said. "Proceed with your killing, or your argument." "With the latter, if you please," Monsieur Louis answered. "I do not choose to kill. L'affaire Poynton, then. Harm is not meant to either of these young people. That I assure you upon my honor.
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