"
"Snodgrass," Harleston observed.
"She saw me; and, with a maliciously charming smile, nodded and went
on. In the corridor I came on some friends and we talked awhile. Then I
went up to my apartment, got your message, and telephoned to you."
"Don't do it again," he cautioned. "It was very dangerous."
They turned in at the Rataplan and drew up at the carriage entrance.
Harleston helped Mrs. Clephane from the taxi and they passed into the
Club-House.
He inquired of the doorman whether Mr. Carpenter was in, and another
servant, who overheard the question, added that Mr. Carpenter was in the
dining-room. Harleston and Mrs. Clephane went directly in and to a table
next to Carpenter's. Three tables away were Madeline Spencer and
Snodgrass.
Harleston nodded to Mrs. Spencer and to Snodgrass, then spoke to
Carpenter and invited him over.
"I don't know if you will remember me, Mrs. Clephane," said Carpenter,
coming across. "I met you several years ago in Paris."
"Yes, indeed, Mr. Carpenter, I remember you!" Mrs. Clephane replied.
"Anything?" Harleston asked, without moving his lips.
"Nothing. I was here when they arrived," Carpenter replied in the same
manner--and went back to his table.
"Who is the woman with Harleston?" Snodgrass asked Mrs.
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