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See here, it was a foreign-looking guy he went off after. Maybe they've gone abroad to Poland, or something like that?" Tuppence shook her head. "He couldn't without passports and things. Besides I've seen that man, Boris Something, since. He dined with Mrs. Vandemeyer last night." "Mrs. Who?" "I forgot. Of course you don't know all that."
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.
I'm afraid we're now in the position of having to track Miss Vandemeyer anew. What about the nurse who accompanied her; I suppose you don't know where she is?" The doctor shook his head. "We've not heard from her, as it happens. I understood she was to remain with Miss Vandemeyer for a while. But what can have happened? Surely the girl has not been kidnapped."
But there it is, she can tell you nothing." "But why, man? Darn it all, why?" The little man shifted his benevolent glance to the excited young American. "Because Janet Vandemeyer is suffering from a complete loss of memory." "Quite so. An interesting case, a very interesting case. Not so uncommon, really, as you would think. There are several very well known parallels.
I thought perhaps they were keeping her there by force, but the way she acted didn't fit in with that. You see, she went back to them when she could have got away." Sir James nodded thoughtfully. "What did she say? Something about wanting to be taken to Marguerite?" "Yes, sir. I suppose she meant Mrs. Vandemeyer." "She always signed herself Rita Vandemeyer. All her friends spoke of her as Rita.
Fighting down that instinct of panic which urged her to turn tail and run without further delay, Tuppence returned the lady's gaze firmly and respectfully. As though that first scrutiny had been satisfactory, Mrs. Vandemeyer motioned to a chair. "You can sit down. How did you hear I wanted a house-parlourmaid?" "Through a friend who knows the lift boy here. He thought the place might suit me."
I had the whole thing at my finger-tips. If only I could succeed in carrying the bluff through, it might save me. I said a prayer, and drew a long breath. Then I opened my eyes and started babbling in FRENCH! "Mrs. Vandemeyer came round the screen at once. Her face was so wicked I nearly died, but I smiled up at her doubtfully, and asked her in French where I was. "It puzzled her, I could see.
Hersheimmer, should share the vigil." Tuppence was about to protest, but happening to glance at the bed she saw Mrs. Vandemeyer, her eyes half-open, with such an expression of mingled fear and malevolence on her face that it quite froze the words on her lips.
"But he won't be needed this trip. There's nobody to put Mr. Brown wise." The lawyer shrugged his shoulders. "There was nobody to put Mr. Brown wise to the fact that Mrs. Vandemeyer meant to betray him. Nevertheless, MRS. VANDEMEYER DIED WITHOUT SPEAKING." Julius was silenced for once, and Sir James added on a lighter note: "I only want to put you on your guard. Good-bye, and good luck.
The doctor believed him which was a tribute to his nationality. If an Englishman had suggested such a thing, he would have had grave doubts as to his sanity. "I cannot guarantee a cure," he pointed out. "Perhaps I ought to make that quite clear." "Sure, that's all right," said Julius. "You just trot out Jane, and leave the rest to me." "Jane?" "Miss Janet Vandemeyer, then.
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