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For once, George Sherrard, her mother's friend, had not accompanied them. As a matter of fact, Lady Strathbayne disliked the man, hence he had not been invited. Suddenly Lady Ranscomb exclaimed: "I heard about Hugh Henfrey this evening." "From whom?" asked her daughter, instantly aroused. "From that man who took me in to dinner. I think his name was Bowden." "Oh! That stout, red-faced man.
His friend Brock was not in the hotel, so he went to his room to dress for dinner. Ten minutes later a page brought a message from Lady Ranscomb inviting him to go over to Nice to the ball. He drew a long breath. He was in no mood for dancing that night, for he was far too perturbed regarding the critical condition of the notorious woman who had turned his friend.
They produce their "records" printed cards in red and black numbers with which they have carefully pricked off the winning numbers with a pin as they have turned up. The quartette enjoyed a costly but exquisite dinner, chatting and laughing the while. Both men were friends of Lady Ranscomb and frequent visitors to her fine house in Mount Street.
Lady Ranscomb dropped the subject, and began to speak of other things of a visit to the flying-ground at Hendon on the following day, and of an invitation they had received to spend the following week with a friend at Cowes. On arrival home Dorise went at once to her room, where her maid awaited her.
Hugh eagerly devoured its contents, for it was the first communication he had had from her since that fateful night at Monte Carlo. Then, having thanked the girl again, and again, the latter said: "If you wish to write back to Miss Ranscomb do so. I will address the envelope, and as I am going to Cologne to-night I will post it on my arrival."
"This is the gentleman who sought me out in Nice, and first told me of your peril, Hugh. I recognize his voice, and have to thank him for a good deal," the girl declared. "Really, Miss Ranscomb, I require no thanks," the polite stranger assured her. "If I have been able to render Mr. Henfrey a little service it has been a pleasure to me. And now that you are together again I will leave you."
"You are not a member of the gang of criminals, Miss Ranscomb," replied Shrimpton. "Whether I am or not, I refuse to say a word concerning anyone who has been of service to me," was her stubborn reply. And with that the man from the Criminal Investigation Department had to be content.
Please allow your mind to rest upon the one main point that I am acting in the interests of the man with the man who is, I believe, your greatest and most intimate friend." "I understood that when we met in Nice." "Good! Now I understand that your mother, Lady Ranscomb, is much against your marriage with Hugh Henfrey. She has other views." "Really! Who told you that?"
"Oh! don't trouble to inquire Lady Ranscomb," Hugh hastened to remark. "One hears scandal on every hand in Monte Carlo." "Yes. I suppose so," replied the elder woman, and then the subject was dropped. So the ugly affair was being rumoured. It caused Hugh a good deal of apprehension, for he feared that his name would be associated with that of the mysterious Mademoiselle.
"You seem to know quite a bit about us," she remarked. "How is it?" "Because I have made it my business to know, Miss Ranscomb," he replied. "Further, I would urge upon you to have nothing to do with Mrs. Bond." "Why not? We found her most pleasant. She is the widow of a wealthy man who died abroad about two years ago, and she lives somewhere down in Surrey."
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