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She paused a moment to survey herself in Mrs. Vandemeyer's long glass, and be sure that nothing was amiss with her appearance. Then she answered the bell demurely. The conversation that she had overheard, although interesting in that it proved beyond doubt the complicity of both Rita and Boris, threw very little light on the present preoccupations.
"That is the case," said the doctor quietly. "Under the name of ?" "Janet Vandemeyer. I understood her to be a niece of Mrs. Vandemeyer's." "And she came to you?" "As far as I can remember in June or July of 1915." "Was she a mental case?" "She is perfectly sane, if that is what you mean. I understood from Mrs.
"Swear that my name shan't be brought into it that no one shall ever know." "I swear it. And, once's he caught, you'll be out of danger." A terrified look swept across Mrs. Vandemeyer's face. "Shall I? Shall I ever be?" She clutched Tuppence's arm. "You're sure about the money?" "Quite sure." "When shall I have it? There must be no delay." "This friend of mine will be here presently.
Vandemeyer's bedroom, which had long French windows leading on to a balcony that ran the length of the flat. Slipping quickly through the window, Tuppence crept noiselessly along till she reached the boudoir window. As she had thought it stood a little ajar, and the voices within were plainly audible.
If she shrieked for help there was very little chance of anyone hearing her, whereas there was probably quite a good chance of Mrs. Vandemeyer's shooting her. In the meantime, every minute of delay gained was valuable. Mrs.
"Yes," said Tuppence promptly. "If the price was big enough." "A paltry hundred pounds or so!" "No," said Tuppence. "I should suggest a hundred thousand!" Her economical spirit did not permit her to mention the whole million dollars suggested by Julius. A flush crept over Mrs. Vandemeyer's face. "What did you say?" she asked, her fingers playing nervously with a brooch on her breast.
Then, quick as a flash, Tuppence jerked the glass upward as hard as she could. The fluid in it splashed into Mrs. Vandemeyer's face, and during her momentary gasp, Tuppence's right hand shot out and grasped the revolver where it lay on the edge of the washstand. The next moment she had sprung back a pace, and the revolver pointed straight at Mrs.
"Well," said Sir James, still smiling, "without prejudice, then, if I had a young sister forced to earn her living, I should not like to see her in Mrs. Vandemeyer's service. I felt it incumbent on me just to give you a hint. It is no place for a young and inexperienced girl. That is all I can tell you." "I see," said Tuppence thoughtfully. "Thank you very much.
He may have to send cables, or something like that. But there won't be any delay he's a terrific hustler." A resolute look settled on Mrs. Vandemeyer's face. "I'll do it. It's a great sum of money, and besides" she gave a curious smile "it is not wise to throw over a woman like me!" For a moment or two, she remained smiling, and lightly tapping her fingers on the table.
Vandemeyer's cook puzzled her. She evidently went in deadly terror of her mistress. The girl thought it probable that the other woman had some hold over her. For the rest, she cooked like a chef, as Tuppence had an opportunity of judging that evening. Mrs. Vandemeyer was expecting a guest to dinner, and Tuppence accordingly laid the beautifully polished table for two.
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