Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
Of course Lillian was profoundly grieved that her lover should have
lost the race, but comforted herself with the reflection that he was
safe. Had she been able, she would have interdicted Dan from trying
further flights, especially in the face of the many accidents which
were occurring in connection with aviation all over the world. Dan,
however, laughed at her fears, and insisted upon continuing his
dangerous vocation. Nevertheless, he promised in a moment of
tenderness, to give up aviation when he and Lillian were married,
though at present affairs in this direction did not look bright. As
yet Dan had discovered very little likely to lead to the detection of
Moon's assassin, and until that individual was brought to justice, Sir
John would never consent to the match. The course of true love in
these dark days was by no means running as smoothly as the pair
desired.
Lord Curberry haunted Sir John Moon's house, and pestered Lillian with
undesired attentions until she was openly rude to him. But this did
not at all damp his ardor; he merely smiled acidly and continued to
send flowers and theatre seats, and lastly articles of jewelry, which
she declined to accept. And always Sir John was at her elbow, croaking
out what a lucky girl she was to attract the attention of the peer.
With her money and his title, to say nothing of his talents, the
marriage would be an ideal one. Lillian did not think so, and with the
obstinacy of a woman in love with the wrong person, preferred to think
of and long for Dan Halliday. More than that, with the connivance of
Mrs. Bolstreath, who was heart and soul with the poor suitor, Lillian
contrived to meet him at various times, and enjoy herself not a
little. On these occasions they were like children let loose from an
over-severe nursery. Sometimes Mrs. Bolstreath came as chaperon,
and sometimes, knowing that Dan was a gentleman, she allowed them
to be together alone, which, naturally, they liked much better.
But on the whole, and so that no one might talk, the good-natured
smiling woman followed their restless footsteps to restaurants and
theatres--matinees that is--even to cinematographs. It was at one of
these last entertainments that Dan received a shock.
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