"Who was she?"
"I knew neither his nor mine," said he evasively.
"But mine?" I insisted. "She of the sweet voice--which, Colonel, I
observed, you noted."
He hesitated an instant; then answered:
"Mademoiselle d'Essolde."
"Indeed!" I exclaimed. If rumor spoke truly, Mademoiselle d'Essolde
carried Moore's heart in her keeping. Then I laughed. "Never mind,
Colonel, we shall see her at supper, presently--she will be beside you,
I think."
"Your Highness is very thoughtful," he said.
"Don't give me the credit--it was Lady Vierle's idea," I answered--and
changed the subject. "What is Lotzen up to now," I asked.
"Some deviltry--either women or you."
"I think it's both," said I. "The Marquise consulted him as to sending
Mrs. Spencer an invitation, and you remember how careful he was to call
in person to regret he could not come to-night. He saw, at once, his
opportunity for a talk with Mrs. Spencer. Depend on it, that is the
explanation of the White Twins, and of Lotzen's evading identification.
I dare say he already has an alibi perfected.
"He has had no chance to see her, yet," said Moore. "I'll have her
ordered to her hotel."
"No, she must remain," said I; "I'm committed to the Marquise.
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