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I was not to fear treachery, but to reply in the affirmative and drive him through the night to an address he gave me in Providence Court, a turning off Dean Street, Soho. That address was sufficient for me! I had once before, at Rayne's orders, driven a stranger to Dean Street and conducted him to that house.
"You mean old darling," the girl returned playfully, "I'll go down stairs and not think of you once more all night," and in another instant she was re-established below in all her dignity, while the pressure of her lips yet lingered in a sweet impression on Henry Rayne's cheek. In an hour from that time the quiet, vacant apartments of Mr.
Evidently, it was not Mr. Rayne's intention to mention the existence of his nephew yet, to his new comers, for he quietly slipped the little note into his pocket and said no more of it. The day wore on, and at five o'clock Fitts brought around the "ponies" to take "Miss Honor" for a drive.
And our places are close to Benton's! He'll never dream that the men he is hunting for everywhere are sitting exactly opposite him as guests of one of his superiors." Boldness was one of Rudolph Rayne's characteristics. He was fearless in all his clever and ingenious conspiracies, though his cunning was unequaled. As I drove down to Folkestone I ruminated, as I so often did.
With this insight into his character, which is rather a long parenthesis than a direct deviation from my story, we can see Vivian Standish in his true colors, and we can, therefore, easily guess the object of his visit to Mr. Rayne's house on this particular afternoon. No ordinary observer could have detected any other than a purely conventional motive in this call.
Two sides were open into other rooms, with Corinthian pillars reaching to the roof. Carved screens a little higher than our heads filled the space between the pillars, and separated the drawing-room from Mrs. Rayne's boudoir on the side and the dining-room on the other. The furniture of these rooms was like so many verses of a poem. Every chair and table had been designed by Mrs.
Rayne's face always seemed to crown her costume like a rose out of green leaves, yet I cannot but think that if I had seen her first in a calico gown and sitting on a three-legged stool milking a cow, I should still have thought her a queen among women. While I sat like a lotos-eater, forgetful of home and butter-making, a servant brought in a parcel and a note. Mrs.
I am the one person who has penetrated the veil of secrecy beneath which he has so long remained hidden. Quérot, of the Paris Sûreté, and Tetani, of the Public Security of Italy, are my friends. I can now go to them, as I shall." "My dear sir!" I exclaimed. "The matter is no affair of mine! I am simply a paid secretary to do Mr. Rayne's correspondence, and sometimes to drive his car.
Throwing herself into an arm-chair before Henry Rayne's handsome ecritoire, she drew from a tiny drawer a delicate sheet of note paper, upon which her trembling hand, traced nervously "My DEAR GUY " Then without waiting or thinking a moment, she hastily wrote on "I have just received the intelligence that I am to be interviewed to-morrow morning by Mr Rayne and Vivian Standish.
"May God bless you, Fifine, you can never regret these words." Henry Rayne's feeble voice was the next to be heard. "This strange, painful news," he said, "is a greater shock to me than anything else in the world that I could hear of.
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