Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 3Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 3
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"You could have waited a little," he grumbled, somewhat reconciled to
find that they were not being observed; "you were sure of another sort
of life presently."
"I'll have it, thought I to myself, without waiting," she said,
recklessly, "and I feel better already. Running away from my doll's
cradle without preparation, with an idea in my head I am going to carry
out, has put new life into me. My blood isn't creeping through my veins;
it is dancing, and I am alive once more. Really now I feel as if I
should like to waltz with you round the Square!"
"Are you quite mad?" he cried, holding her still by force, but unable to
refrain from admiration of her wild flow of spirits. "We have but a few
hours to wait. Can't you content yourself for a little while? What is
this insane idea of yours which you are going to carry out!"
"To spend the evening with you, my dear," she replied gaily.
"Where?"
"In Great Porter Square. Where else?"
While this conversation was proceeding, he had led her in an opposite
direction from the house in which he lodged, and they were now on the
other side of the Square.
"Now I am sure you are mad," he said. "Do you know what I have to do
to-night?"
"No," she replied, "and I am curious to know."
"I keep it to myself; but you will hear of it, and when you do you will
laugh. Shall I leave behind me a danger hanging over my head--and yours?
A secret that one day may be discovered, and bring ruin and death to
me--and you? No, no; they make a mistake in the mettle of Dick Pelham
if they think he is going to leave a trap-door open for himself to fall
into."
"I should fall also, Pelham!" she said half-questioningly.
"Why, yes; you would come down with me. It couldn't be helped, I fear.
I have a kind of dog-in-the-manger feeling for you. If I can't have you
myself, I'll not leave you to another man."
"It _can't_ be helped, I suppose," she said, shrugging her shoulders;
"but it doesn't matter to me so long as I am enjoying myself."
"Very well, then," said he, in a decided tone; "go home now, and get
your trinkets and dresses in order, for by to-day week we'll be out of
this dull hole. We'll live where the sun shines for the future. Hurry
now, and off with you. I have a serious night's work before me."
"I will help you in it," she said, in a tone as decided as his own. "It
isn't a bit of use bullying, Pelham. I've made up my mind. I haven't
seen your room in No. 118, and I intend to see it. I have a right to,
haven't I? The wonder is I have kept away so long; and this is the last
night I shall have the chance. I was curious before, but I'm a thousand
times more curious now, and if you were to talk all night you wouldn't
put me off. You are going to do something bold--all the better; I'll be
there to see, and I dare say I can be of assistance to you. We are in
partnership, and I insist upon being an active partner. How do I know
but that you have been deceiving me all this while?"
"In what way?" he demanded fiercely.
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