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Updated: May 3, 2025
"I just love the Newgate Calendar," she said, clasping her hands. "There's lovely plots for dramas to be found there. Don't you think so, Mr. Beecot?" "I don't read that sort of literature, Miss Qian." "Ah, then you don't know what people are capable of in the way of cruelty, Mr. Beecot."
Like the Becky Sharp whom she impersonated with such success, Miss Qian possessed a sheep-dog, not because she needed one, being very well able to look after herself, but because it sounded and looked respectable. Miss Stably, who filled this necessary office, was a dull old lady who dressed excessively badly, and devoted her life to knitting shawls.
"Hum," said Miss Qian, reflectively, "but can you prove that Mrs. Krill was in town on the night of the murder?" "That's what I'm going to find out," said Hurd. "All you have to do is to keep your eyes on Hay " "Oh, he won't cut, if that's what you mean. He thinks everything is square, now that I've got those boys to stop chattering. He'll marry Maud and annex the money."
"What do you mean?" asked Hay, who was dealing a new round. "Go on with the game and don't ask questions," said Miss Qian, in a saucy manner. "Sandal, don't stare round, but keep your eye on the cards," and she winked stealthily at the young lord, while Hay was exchanging a word with Tempest. The young man, who had spoken privately to her immediately before the dinner, knew well what she meant.
"Pish," said Miss Qian, imperiously, "remember I've got the whip-hand, my boy. Just you tell me how Mrs. Krill came to strangle the " "Mrs. Krill?" Hay turned white again, and his eye-glass fell. "She had nothing to do with the matter. I swear " "Strikes me you swear too much, Mr. Hay. What about that opal brooch you stole from Beecot when he had the smash?" "I didn't steal it.
"I've made very little," she replied. "Hay's raking in the dollars hand over fist." "Lucky in love, unlucky at cards," said Hay, who did not like his good fortune to be commented upon, for reasons which Miss Qian knew. "It's the reverse with me I'm lucky at cards " "And lucky in love, too," interrupted Aurora, with a grimace, "seeing you're going to marry that Krill heiress if she is an heiress."
Miss Qian skipped into a hansom, and offered Paul a drive back to town which he refused. As the cab was driving off she bent down and whispered, "Be careful," with a side-glance at Hay. Paul laughed. Everyone seemed to doubt Hay. But that gentleman handed Mrs. Krill and her daughter into their carriage, and looked towards Lord George. "You don't want your revenge to-night?" he asked.
"You'd best keep it dark, and say nothing, Aurora. It's just as well you left the private detective business and went on the stage. You talk too much." "Oh, no, I don't," retorted Miss Qian, eating a sweet. "Don't be nasty, Billy, or I'll tell you nothing." Her brother shrugged his shoulders.
But her great faults amongst others were vanity and extravagance, so she was always in need of money, and when chance offered, through her brother, to make any, she was not averse to returning to the spy business. Thus it came about that she watched Mr. Grexon Hay for many a long day and night, and he never suspected the pretty, fluffy, kittenish Miss Qian was in reality an emissary of the law.
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