Mrs. Clephane nodded.
"The table in the corner yonder, Philippe," Harleston said.
"Who is Mrs. Spencer?" she inquired, as soon as they were seated.
"You've never heard of her?"
"No--nor seen her before tonight. One is not likely to forget her; she's
as lovely as--"
"Original sin?" Harleston supplied.
Mrs. Clephane smiled.
"Not at all," said she. "Diana is the one I was about to suggest."
"She may look the Diana," he replied, "but she's very far from a Diana,
believe me, very far indeed."
"I am quite ready to believe it, Mr. Harleston." She lowered her voice.
"I have much to tell you--and," with a quick look at him, "also
something to explain."
"Your explanation is not in the least necessary if it has to do with
anything Mrs. Spencer said."
"Under the circumstances I think I should be frank with you. Mrs.
Spencer said just enough to make you suspect me; then she dropped
it--and half a lie is always more insidious than the full truth."
"My dear Mrs. Clephane," he protested, "I assure you it is not
necessary--"
"Not necessary, if one is in the diplomatic profession," she cut in.
"Murder and assassination both of men and of reputation, seem to be a
portion of this horrible business, and perfectly well recognized as a
legitimate means to effect the end desired.
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