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Miss Qian took the copy of the certificate and departed, grumbling at the amount of work she had to do to earn her share of the reward. Hurd, on his part, took the underground train to Liverpool Street Station, and then travelled to Jubileetown. He arrived there at twelve o'clock and was greeted by Paul. "I've been watching for you all the morning," said Beecot, who looked flushed and eager.
I'd rather stop at 'The Red Pig, small as it is, than at the big hotel. The curries oh, they are delightfully hot!" Miss Qian screwed her small face into a smile of ecstasy. "But, then, a native makes them." Hurd started. "Curries a native?" "Yes a man called Hokar." "Aurora, that's the man who left the sugar on the counter of Norman's shop.
"I don't believe in gambling," she said icily. "I hope you are not very down on it," said Hay. "Lord George and I propose to play bridge with you ladies in the next room." "Maud can play and Miss Qian," said the widow. "I'll talk to Mr. Beecot, unless he prefers the fascination of the green cloth." "I would rather talk to you," replied Paul, bowing. Mrs.
"I don't want to know," retorted Paul, finding the subject distasteful and wondering why the actress pressed it, as she undoubtedly did. "I prefer to write stories to elevate the mind." Miss Qian made a grimace and shot a meaning look at him. "It doesn't pay," she said, tittering, "and money is what we all want." "I fear I don't care for money overmuch." "No," said Mrs.
This sort of person exactly suited Miss Qian, who wanted a sheep-dog who could neither bark nor bite, and who could be silent. These qualifications were possessed by the old lady, and for some years she had trailed through a rather giddy world at Aurora's heels.
Failing him, Maud had to attend to the job herself, with the assistance of Tray." "And this detective?" "Oh, Ford, with Sylvia's sanction, has paid him the thousand pounds, which he shares with his sister, Aurora Qian. But for her searching at Stowley and Beechill, we should never have known about the marriage, you know." "No, I don't know. They're far too highly paid.
"I rather like to hear about murders." Lord George looked oddly at her, and seemed about to speak. Paul thought for the moment that he did know about the Gwynne Street crime and intended to remark thereon. But if so his good taste told him that he would be ill-advised to speak and he turned to ask for another glass of wine. Miss Aurora Qian looked in her pretty shrewd way from one to the other.
"Yes, we can," said George. "I, and Miss Qian, and Tempest all saw you cheat, and Miss Qian has the marked cards." "But don't expose me. I I " Hay broke down and turned away with a look of despair on his face. He cursed himself inwardly for having ventured to cheat when things, by the marriage with Maud Krill, would have soon been all right for him.
"I know," interrupted Aurora, glancing at the clock, "don't waste time in talking of Lady Rachel Sandal's death " "How do you know about that?" stammered Hay, completely nonplussed. "I know a mighty lot of things. I may as well tell you," added Miss Qian, coolly, "since you daren't split, that I've got a lot to do with the secret detective service business.
"Beechill's the name of the parish in which she was married to Krill before she came to Christchurch," said Paul, musingly, "so I expect they lived there. Miss Qian might search also for the certificate of Maud Krill's birth." "I told her to, and, failing that, she's to search in Christchurch. We must get the certificate of birth somehow."
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