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Updated: June 4, 2025
The Marquise de Vierle welcomed her guests alone in one of the small reception rooms; everyone entering singly and unmasking she, herself, being as yet, in ordinary evening dress. She was a very handsome woman, much younger than the Marquis, and of the very oldest French Aristocracy a grande dame in bearing as well as in birth.
"Someone might tell us a story from Boccaccio." The Marquise held up her hands in affected horror. "Helen! Helen! You're positively shocking," she said. "Lady Helen evidently believes in living up to our costumes," I ventured. "Why not?" she laughed, "since the masks hide our faces?" "Very good, my dear," said Lady Vierle, "you tell the first story; we will take our cue from you."
Besides, I'm minded to play their own game for them, a bit. Do you think Lotzen knows I'm at the Masque?" Moore thought a moment. "Lady Vierle told him you were not coming, when she asked as to Mrs. Spencer," he said. "And he may have let it go at that; but it wouldn't be his usual method.
From the recess, we could see all that entered and hear every word said. And it struck me how very eloquent it was of the character of the Marquise de Vierle that she should, deliberately, provide a concealed audience while she greeted alone every man and woman of Dornlitz Society. I must admit I rather enjoyed the experience though I very rarely guessed the face behind the mask.
"Listen," said I. "He reached Dornlitz two days ago. Yesterday afternoon he insulted me repeatedly in my office at Headquarters. Last night I attended the Vierle Masque. While in the Garden I was struck in the back with a dagger." "Stabbed!" she exclaimed, and clutched my arm. "No, dear not even scratched, thanks to Bernheim's steel vest I was wearing.
"Shall we dance?" I said. She smiled. "Monsieur is bored let us wait for my friends." I protested; but she was firm. And, so, when the others came up, Moore and I made our adieux. When we were out of hearing, Moore handed me a bit of paper. "This just reached me," he said. It was from the Secret Police and read: "S. is at Vierle Masque. She wears a gypsy dress of black and red.
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