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"And one of the wealthiest if report be true," said Lady Ranscomb. "She fascinates me," Dorise declared. "If Monsieur Courtin had not warned us I should most probably have spoken to her." "Oh, my dear, you must do no such thing!" cried her mother, horrified. "It was extremely kind of monsieur to give us the hint. He has probably seen how unconventional you are, Dorise."
It showed him plainly that Benton and she were working on a set and desperate plan, while the girl before him was entirely ignorant of the plot. "Now, Miss Ranscomb," he added, "I want you to please make me a promise namely, that you will say nothing to a single soul of what I have said this evening not even to your friend, Mr. Henfrey. I have very strong reasons for this.
Why did you leave Abingdon Road?" "I was advised to do so by a friend." "Not by Miss Ranscomb, I am sure." "No, by a Mr. Benton, whom I know." The old man's eyebrows narrowed for a second. "Benton?" he echoed. "Charles Benton is he?" "Yes. As he was a friend of my late father I naturally trust him." Mr. Peters paused. "Oh, naturally," he said a second later. "But where are you living now?"
That is why I must see Dorise Ranscomb and ascertain from her exactly what she has heard. I know the police tracked Hugh to London, and for that reason he went with Benton down into Surrey out of the frying-pan into the fire." "Well, before we can go farther, it seems that we should ascertain who shot Yvonne," Howell suggested.
"For reasons best known to myself, Miss Ranscomb. Reasons which are personal." "That's hardly a satisfactory reply." "I fear I can give few satisfactory replies until we succeed in ascertaining the truth of what occurred at the Villa Amette," he said. "I must urge you, Miss Ranscomb, to remain patient, and and not to lose faith in the man who is wrongfully accused."
"It is all so very mysterious Hugh a fugitive from justice! I I really cannot believe it! What can the mystery be?" "Of that I have no means of ascertaining, Miss Ranscomb. I am here merely to tell you what has happened and to give you in secret the name and address to which to send a letter to him," the masked man said very politely. "And now I think we must part.
It is for me to fix the identity. And in this you, Mr. Henfrey, must help me. Have you heard from Miss Ranscomb?" "No. Not a word," replied the young man. "I dare not write to her." "No, don't. A man from Scotland Yard went to see her. So it is best to remain apart my dear boy even though that unfortunate misunderstanding concerning Louise Lambert has arisen between you."
"I wish we were," laughed the handsome adventuress. "Yes. We have only to dance to his tune," said he. "And the tune just now is not one which is pleasing to us eh?" "You seem strangely apprehensive." "I am. I believe that The Sparrow, while making pretence of supporting our little affair, is in favour of Hugh's marriage with Dorise Ranscomb." The woman looked him straight in the face.
"Miss Ranscomb knows my whereabouts and has written to me in my real name and addressed the letter to Shapley." "Well, what of that?" he asked. "I told her." "She tells me that my present hiding-place is known!" "Not known to the police? Impossible!" gasped the black-gloved man. "I take it that such is a fact." "Why, Molly is there!" cried the man Howell.
In his excited and unnerved state, he pictured Ogier calling upon Lady Ranscomb and questioning her closely concerning her young English friend who was so frequently seen with her daughter. That would, surely, end their friendship! Lady Ranscomb would never allow her daughter to associate further with a man accused of attempting to murder a notorious woman after midnight!
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