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Vanderlyn winced as he nodded a dubious assent. But at first everything went ill with them. Pargeter insisted on sending for the police interpreter and stating his business in English; then, irritated at the man's lack of comprehension, he broke out to Vanderlyn's surprise into voluble French.
A feeling of indescribable relief stole over Vanderlyn's wearied and yet alert senses. It was clear that the Prefect of Police knew nothing of the truth; the directness of his question proved it. Yet, even so, Vanderlyn felt that he must steer his way very warily. "You are in error," he said at last, "for you credit me, Monsieur le Préfet, with a knowledge I do not possess."
During the pause she took in all the exquisite details of Ellie Vanderlyn's perpetually youthful person, from the plumed crown of her head to the perfect arch of her patent-leather shoes. At last she said quietly: "No to-day I'm shopping for myself." "Yourself? Yourself?" Mrs. Vanderlyn echoed with a stare of incredulity. "Yes; just for a change," Susy serenely acknowledged.
His lips trembled for a moment on her closed eyelids, then sought and found her soft, quivering mouth. But even then Vanderlyn's love was reverent, restrained in its expression, yet none the less, perhaps the more, a binding sacrament. At last, "Why did you subject us," he said, huskily, "to such an ordeal? What has made you give way now?
She was telling herself that she owed the fact of Vanderlyn's visit to some slight hitch in the plan in which she had been persuaded to play the part of an accomplice; she felt that Margaret Pargeter ought not to have subjected her to an interview with her lover. Vanderlyn reddened. He felt suddenly angered. Madame de Léra's manner was insulting, not only to him, but but to Mrs.
She preceding him, they walked through an untidy dining-room of which the furniture the sham Renaissance chairs and walnut-wood buffet looked strangely alien to Vanderlyn's guide, into a short, ill-lighted passage, which terminated in a locked, handleless door.
The presence of the old servant steadied Vanderlyn's nerves; with a muttered word of thanks he drank what was put before him, and then they went out, across the dewy lawn, to the gate. Vanderlyn placed his companion in the back of the car, and himself took the vacant seat next to Pargeter's phlegmatic chauffeur, for he wished to remain silent.
Now she found herself feeling where before she had only judged: her precarious bliss came to her charged with a new weight of pity. She was thinking of these things, and of the approaching date of Ellie Vanderlyn's return, and of the searching truths she was storing up for that lady's private ear, when she noticed a gondola turning its prow toward the steps below the balcony.
For an instant he did not remember what she alluded to; it was the mere mention of Ellie Vanderlyn's name that had fallen between them like an icy shadow. What an incorrigible fool he had been to think they could ever shake off such memories, or cease to be the slaves of such a past! "The bracelet? Oh, yes," he said, suddenly understanding, and feeling the chill mount slowly to his lips.
"A gentleman has come and insists on seeing Monsieur." Poulain spoke in a mysterious, significant tone, one that jarred on Vanderlyn's sensitive nerves. The disappearance of Mrs.
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