He turned. ’
‘But where? Where has he gone? Always he goes off, and he says no word to
anyone. Then she went back and mixed up the sheets in a search for
particular passages. He drew a little breath and stepped back. This—’ waving
an imperious hand in a sweeping arc about the library ‘—is my house. ’
‘Secret passage, is it?’ The sergeant seemed to brighten at this. The ribald demons that infested the back of Ann Veronica’s mind urged
various facetious interrogations upon her, as, for example, where the witness had
acquired his prose style. ‘She’s little more than a schoolgirl,
just out. "
"Mr. "
"Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles," said Jack, in a tone of mock authority. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning
low in the sconces. “Flesh and flowers are all alike
to me. "
"Hold your tongue, sirrah," rejoined Shotbolt, not over-pleased by the remark,
"and mind what I tell you. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his
eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. ‘If you are not going to visit Charvill today, I’ll escort you back to the convent
in Golden Square.
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