Detective and mystery stories; Police -- Great Britain -- Fiction; Women detectives -- Fiction
“Come along, Maughan; sit here.” She pointed to the floor, and, black
against black, invisible from where she had paused when she had
entered the room, Leslie saw a heap of cushions.
She sat obediently, looking up into the coarse face. So they sat
surveying one another for a space, and then, flicking the ash from her
cigarette, Anita Bellini spoke.
“You have brains, I suppose?”
“I suppose so,” said Leslie coolly.
“Sufficient brains to know that I wouldn’t take the risk of bringing
you here--abducting is the word, I think--unless my position was
rather desperate. I’d have killed you last night, but that would have
been a fatal mistake. You are much more useful to me alive.”
Leslie smiled faintly.
“Which sounds like a line from a melodrama!” she said.
“The Javanese are a gentle, kindly people,” Anita said slowly, “but in
some ways--they are not nice.”
“I understand this is a threat as to what will happen to me if I do
not do something you wish?”
“You’re a sensible girl,” said Anita Bellini, and leaned forward, her
elbows on her knees. She was very much like a fishwife in that
attitude; there was something inexpressibly common about her, in spite
of her monocle and her Parisian gown, and the luxury of her
surroundings. “This afternoon”--she was still speaking very slowly and
distinctly--“Coldwell applied to the Bow Street magistrate for a
warrant--a warrant for my arrest and a search of this house. Did you
know that?”
Leslie was genuinely astonished and shook her head.
“I had no idea, and I can’t think that what you say is true,” she
said. “Mr. Coldwell made no mention of any such arrest; in fact, I was
spending the night at his house, and I know he had arranged----”
Anita broke into her explanation.
“He applied. Whether the warrant was granted or not, I do not know.
That is one point. Another is this: you visited Greta Gurden to-night,
and she told you the one thing in the world I wished that she should
not tell--I know because I saw you go in and come out of her flat, and
I have seen Greta since,” she added grimly. “It isn’t necessary for me
to tell you the vital information you discovered.”
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