Criminals -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Great Britain. Metropolitan Police Office -- Fiction; Wills -- Fiction
Kathleen gave a little gasp of astonishment, for, with all her
suspicions, she had not been prepared for such a complete and instant
dropping of his mask of amiability. In a dim fashion she began to
realize her danger, yet there could be no harm; outside was the
chauffeur, he stood for something of established order. She made
another attempt.
“I must insist, Mr. Spedding, upon your finishing your examination of
that book elsewhere. I do not know whether you are aware that you are
occupying the only chair in the room,” she added indignantly.
“I am very well aware,” said the lawyer calmly, without raising his
eyes.
“Mr. Spedding!”
He looked up with an air of weariness.
“May I ask you to remain quiet until I have finished,” he said, with an
emphasis that she could not mistake, “and lest you have any lingering
doubt that my present research is rather on my own account than on
yours, I might add that if you annoy me by whining or fuming, or by
any such nonsensical tricks, I have that with me which will quiet
you,” and he resumed his reading.
Cold and white, the girl stood in silence, her heart beating wildly,
her mind occupied with schemes of escape.
After a while the lawyer looked up and tapped the book with his
forefinger.
“Your precious secret is a secret no longer,” he said with a hard
laugh. Kathleen made no answer. “If I hadn’t been a fool, I should
have seen through it before,” he added, then he looked at the girl in
meditation.
“I have two propositions before me,” he said, “and I want your help.”
“You will have no help from me, Mr. Spedding,” she replied coldly.
“To-morrow you will be asked to explain your extraordinary conduct.”
He laughed.
“To-morrow, by whom? By Angel or the young swell-mobsman who’s half in
love with you?”
He laughed again as he saw the color rising to the girl’s cheeks.
“Ah! I’ve hit the mark, have I?”
She received his speech in contemptuous silence.
“To-morrow I shall be away--well away, I trust, from the reach of
either of the gentlemen you mention. I am not concerned with to-morrow
as much as to-day.” She remembered that they were within an hour of
daybreak. “To-day is a most fateful day for me--and for you.” He
emphasized the last words.
She preserved an icy silence.
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