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"Madam will come in a few minutes," he repeated to Miss Blackburne, who had been anxiously awaiting him at a half-open door. "I think," he added, "she is busy, miss." "In that case," suggested the pearl-stringer, "perhaps you'd better call Mr. Sands." "Very well, miss, I'll do so." Johnson turned away, and Miss Blackburne retreated to the boudoir.
Then there was a little pause, which Miss Bey broke by asking in her magisterial way, "What is that you are reading, my dear?" "The Idylls of the King," the girl answered. Miss Bey's nostrils flapped. "Is it not rather advanced for you, my dear?" she said. "We do not allow it at all, even to our first-class girls." "Oh, Miss Blackburne likes us to read it," was the easy answer.
But it occurred to Clo that Roger might be summoned if Beverley delayed. "Something must be worrying Miss Blackburne," she said. "I wonder if it's anything you'd like Mr. Sands to mix up in, or if you'd rather attend to it yourself? You know, we've lots of time before ten o'clock. If the papers are in this envelope, it's all right. If not, there's nothing doing."
When Miss Bey took her leave, Miss Blackburne left the room with her, and immediately afterwards another girl came in, clapping her hands. "Oh, I say!" she exclaimed, "Signor Caponi is a dear! He has the nicest chocolate eyes, and he says my Italian is wonderful! Now I've done all my work for to-day." "Have you?" said Beth. "Why, it isn't five o'clock yet!"
I've a right to know," he said sharply. "I'm a friend of Miss Riley." Ellen grabbed at the door of her taxi. The man was about thirty or thirty-two, she thought, certainly a gentleman and rather handsome. "I'm acting for Miss Riley," she returned as sharply. "My name's Blackburne. Clo's in a hurry for me to do an errand.
The passengers were seven ladies, two of whom were daughters to the captain, and other two his relations. Miss Elizabeth Blackburne, daughter of Captain Blackburne; Miss Mary Haggard, sister to an officer on the Madras establishment, and Miss Anne Mansel, a child of European parents residing in Madras, returning from her education in England. There was also Mr.
Then the pearls but I told Ellen Blackburne to take them there if she had to. Do you think she will?" "Sure! She'll catch the first train." "No. She won't do that. She thinks of her mother before everything. But the ball's not till to-morrow. Angel won't need the pearls till then. Oh, if I could be sure she'll get them! I can't rest till I'm sure. I must go to Newport. I must."
"From the table in the boudoir," Beverley answered. "I laid it there when Miss Blackburne told me about the pearls. It was there when I came to you. Miss Blackburne hasn't left the room. She didn't even see the envelope. I've searched everywhere for it but it's gone." All Clo's efforts and schemings wasted! She had tricked, stolen, risked her life, in vain. The envelope was gone.
In front of the fireplace, which was hidden by ferns and flowering plants, a slender girl, with thick dark hair down her back, was lying on the white woolly hearthrug, reading. She got up to greet the visitors without embarrassment, still holding her book in her hand. "Miss Blackburne will be here directly," she said. "Will you sit down?"
"You can't have looked everywhere," she insisted. "The thing must have got tucked out of sight unless Miss Blackburne ... but no, she's as good as gold!" "I'm sure you're right about her. She is good," said Beverley. "But ... she says nobody came into the room while she was there.... I asked her. Otherwise I might have thought that Rog " The sentence broke.
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