"I suppose, Guy, you want the
envelope and contents--which you assume Captain Snodgrass transferred to
me in the taxi; _n'est-ce pas?_"
"Exactly, Madeline."
"And it's three strong men and one woman against poor me," she
shrugged--"unless Mrs. Clephane is merely a disinterested spectator."
"I am always interested in what Mr. Harleston does," Edith replied
sweetly.
"Particularly when he is doing another woman," was the retort.
"It depends somewhat on the woman done," said Edith.
"Why are you here?" Mrs. Spencer laughed.
"To see the end of the affair of the cab-of-the-sleeping-horse."
Mrs. Spencer shrugged and turned to Harleston.
"Do you expect to end it, Guy?" she asked. "Because if you do, and this
formulaic letter, that you think I have, will end it, I am sorry indeed
to disappoint you. I haven't that letter, nor do I know anything as to
it."
"In that event you have the consideration which you were to pay for the
letter," Harleston returned.
"My dear Guy, where would I carry this consideration?" she laughed, with
a sweeping motion to her narrow lingerie gown that could not so much as
conceal a pocket.
"I don't imagine that you are carrying gold or even Bank of England
notes. You're not so crude.
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