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But, listen as she might, the conversation presented no clue. Boris and Mrs. Vandemeyer talked on purely indifferent subjects: plays they had seen, new dances, and the latest society gossip. After dinner they repaired to the small boudoir where Mrs. Vandemeyer, stretched on the divan, looked more wickedly beautiful than ever. Tuppence brought in the coffee and liqueurs and unwillingly retired.
Carter, as Tommy showed signs of taking refuge in silence once more. "That business about Mrs. Vandemeyer had worried me when Julius told me about it. On the face of it, it seemed that he or Sir James must have done the trick. But I didn't know which. Finding that photograph in the drawer, after that story of how it had been got from him by Inspector Brown, made me suspect Julius.
"The flats mostly have their own, miss. But there's a box just round the corner." "Go to it then, at once, and ring up the Ritz Hotel. Ask for Mr. Hersheimmer, and when you get him tell him to get Sir James and come on at once, as Mrs. Vandemeyer is trying to hook it. If you can't get him, ring up Sir James Peel Edgerton, you'll find his number in the book, and tell him what's happening.
I assure you that is all that interests Peel Edgerton." Boris shook his head doubtfully. "He has studied crime as no other man in this kingdom has studied it. Do you fancy that you can deceive him?" Mrs. Vandemeyer's eyes narrowed. "If he is all that you say it would amuse me to try!" "Good heavens, Rita " "Besides," added Mrs. Vandemeyer, "he is extremely rich. I am not one who despises money.
Can we get on the long distance to your place right away, and ask them to send her up; or shall I run down and fetch her in my car?" The doctor stared. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Hersheimmer. I thought you understood." "Understood what?" "That Miss Vandemeyer is no longer under my care." JULIUS sprang up. "What?" "I thought you were aware of that." "When did she leave?" "Let me see.
"I must confess, however, that I cannot help wishing we had not interrupted at the minute we did. Still, it cannot be helped, it is only a matter of waiting until the morning." He looked across at the inert figure on the bed. Mrs. Vandemeyer lay perfectly passive with closed eyes. He shook his head.
"But you could find out?" "Oh, yes," returned Mrs. Vandemeyer carelessly. "There would be no difficulty about that." "Then" Tuppence's voice shook a little "there's a boy, a friend of mine. I'm afraid something's happened to him, through your pal Boris." "What's his name?" "Tommy Beresford." "Never heard of him. But I'll ask Boris. He'll tell me anything he knows." "Thank you."
"Indeed," said the doctor, starting. "Yes," said Sir James, and stroked his chin reflectively. "This is very sad news, but you will excuse me if I say that I do not see how it bears on the subject of your inquiry?" "It bears on it in this way, is it not a fact that Mrs. Vandemeyer committed a young relative of hers to your charge?" Julius leaned forward eagerly.
At first I had no suspicions, but on the boat to Holyhead I began to get uneasy. There was one woman who had been very keen to look after me, and chum up with me generally a Mrs. Vandemeyer.
Tuppence gave one last despairing moan. "You swear it won't hurt me?" she temporized. "Of course it won't hurt you. Don't be a fool." "Will you swear it?" "Yes, yes," said the other impatiently. "I swear it." Tuppence raised a trembling left hand to the glass. "Very well." Her mouth opened meekly. Mrs. Vandemeyer gave a sigh of relief, off her guard for the moment.
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