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"At present I can see no solution of the problem. It will be best, perhaps, for you to remain where you are for the present," he added. He did not tell the young man of his knowledge of Benton and his hostess. "But I am very desirous of seeing Miss Ranscomb," Hugh said. "Is there any way possible by which I can meet her without running too great a risk?"
Yet it appeared that he was now living in concealment under the same roof as she! Lady Ranscomb, clever woman of the world as she was, watched her daughter's face in the fleeting lights as they sped homeward, and saw what a crushing blow the announcement had dealt her. "I don't believe it," the girl cried.
Shrimpton wished to see her. She started at the name. It was the detective inspector from Scotland Yard who had called upon her on a previous occasion. A few moments afterwards he was shown in, a tall figure in a rough tweed suit. "I really must apologize, Miss Ranscomb, for disturbing you, but I have heard news of Mr. Henfrey. He has been in Marseilles. Have you heard from him?"
After dinner all four strolled across to the Casino, presenting their yellow cards of admission the monthly cards granted to those who are approved by the smug-looking, black-coated committee of inspection, who judge by one's appearance whether one had money to lose. Dorise soon detached herself from her mother and strolled up the Rooms with Hugh, Lady Ranscomb and Brock following.
"Not a word," the girl replied. "And, Mr. Shrimpton, I am growing very concerned. I really can't think that he tried to kill the young Frenchwoman. Why should he?" "Well, because she had connived at his father's death. That seems to be proved." "Then your theory is that it was an act of vengeance?" "Exactly, Miss Ranscomb.
I am afraid that is not possible for some time to come." "But I shall hear from Miss Ranscomb?" "Oh, yes. The messenger will come to you in Malines." "Who is the messenger?" "Of that I have no knowledge," was Vervoort's reply. He seemed a very refined man, and was no doubt an extremely clever crook.
None of them intended to play, but they were strolling prior to going to the opera which was beneath the same roof, and for which Lady Ranscomb had tickets. Suddenly Dorise exclaimed: "Look over there at that table in the corner. There's that remarkable woman they call 'Mademoiselle of Monte Carlo'!"
"But in old Henfrey's case we acted upon our own initiative," remarked Benton. "Yes. Yours was a wonderfully well-conceived idea. And all worked without a hitch until young Henfrey's visit to Monte Carlo, and his affection for that girl Ranscomb." "We are weaning him away from her," Benton said.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, but that Mackenzie girl called. They are getting up a bazaar for the old people down in the village, and we have to help it, I suppose. Oh! these bazaars, sales of work, and other little excuses for extracting shillings from the pockets of everybody! They are most wearying." "She called on me last week," said Lady Ranscomb. "Newte told her I was not at home."
But you will know it later. Hugh Henfrey is a fine manly fellow, Miss Ranscomb. That is why I have done my level best in his interest." "But why should you?" she asked. "You are, after all, a stranger." "True. But you will know the truth some day. Meanwhile, leave matters as they are. Do not prejudge him, even if the police are convinced of his guilt.
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