The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 3 of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Impending Sword: A Novel (Vol. 3 of 3)
Yates, Edmund
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'I use the word advisedly,' said Bryan. 'I have certain reasons in my
own mind concerning Mr. Dolby, and if they are correct--However, we
will go and see Miss Montressor, and you may leave the manipulation of
the subject to me. You will at once see the key-note I strike, and
then you can join in in the same strain.'
They found Miss Montressor in one of the drawing-rooms, and happily
found her alone. She was standing at the window, looking down on
the gay crowd thronging Union-square, and reflecting with much
self-complacency that to most members of that crowd her name was
known, and that to many she was an object of admiration. How lucky it
was, she thought, that Bryan Duval's attention had been directed
towards her, and that she had come out to America, instead of wearing
away her life in the dull level of London theatricals! Now the success
which she had made in New York would be recognised in London (she had
taken care to have all her best notices regularly inserted in the
great London theatrical journal, the _Haresfoot_), and on her return
she would take up an undeniably leading position, and defy all the
intriguing efforts of Patty Calvert or Theresa Columbus for supremacy.
In the midst of this agreeable reverie she felt a light touch on her
elbow, and on looking round she saw Thornton Carey and Bryan Duval
close by her side.
'We want you to give us ten minutes' talk, my dear Clara,' said the
latter, leading her to a chair, while he and his friend seated
themselves close by her; 'we want a little information from you to
assist us in getting up evidence in this police investigation, which,
as you know, is now being made.'
'Still upon that dreadful subject,' said Miss Montressor with a sigh,
but really delighted to be made of some importance; she had been long
enough with Bryan Duval to perceive the advantages of extensive
advertisements, no matter in what way--'still upon that dreadful
subject of poor Mr. Griswold's murder?'
'Still,' said Bryan. 'You see the poor fellow talked more freely with
you than any one else, and as his life in England is a blank to the
police, they want to hear as much about it as possible. It is very
important that they should know with whom he associated while in
London, and I want you to tell us whether he ever named to you any
American friends whom he had ever met over there.'
'Never,' said Miss Montressor, 'save when talking about his wife and
his home-life. He was what may be called a reserved man, and I never
heard him mention the names of any friends either in America or
England.'
'Of course,' said Bryan Duval, who had been playing with his
watch-chain, but as he put the question raised his keen eyes and
looked her steadily in the face--'of course Griswold, or Foster as he
called himself, was well acquainted with your friend Mr. Dolby?'
'O dear no,' said Miss Montressor promptly; 'Mr. Dolby particularly
avoided him.'
'Avoided him!' cried Carey.
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