The Wicked MarquisOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Wicked Marquis
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
The iron hand-gate which led from the park into his domain was suddenly
opened and closed. The way led through a grove of trees and through
another gate into the garden. He turned his head and watched the spot
where the figure of his visitor must appear. It was curious that from
the first, although his common sense should have told him how
impossible such a thing was, he had an intuitive presentiment as to who
this visitor might be. He laid down the unlighted cigar upon his table
and leaned a little forward in his chair. First he heard footsteps
falling softly upon a carpet of pine needles and yielding turf, slowly
too, as though the movements of their owner were in a sense reluctant.
And then a slim, tall figure in white--a familiar figure! He was up in
a moment, striding forwards. She had already passed through the gate,
however, and was moving towards him across the lawn.
"Lady Letitia!" he exclaimed.
She nodded.
"Please don't look as though I'd done anything so terribly unusual,"
she begged. "What a pleasant spot you have chosen for your coffee!"
David's new treasure proved fully equal to the occasion. From some
unseen point of vantage he seemed to have foretold the coming of this
visitor, and prepared to minister to her entertainment. Lady Letitia
sank into her chair and praised the coffee.
"So much better than the stuff we have been trying to drink," she told
David. "I must bring dad round one evening. He loves good coffee.
How beautiful your trees are!"
"Your trees," he reminded her.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"It seems ages since I was here," she remarked. "Sylvia was away when
we were down last, and dad and Colonel Laycey were annoyed with one
another about some repairs. You don't want any repairs, do you, Mr.
Thain?"
"I have arranged to do whatever is necessary myself," David told her,
"in consideration of a somewhat reduced rent."
"I am glad you consider it reduced!" Letitia observed. "Of course, you
think I am mad to come and see you like this, don't you?" she added a
little aggressively.
"Not in the least," he replied. "I should not have ventured to have
expected such a visit, but now that you are here it seems quite
natural."
"After all, why isn't it?" she agreed. "I walked round the garden
once, thinking about a certain matter in which you are concerned, and
then I walked in the park, and it occurred to me that you would
probably be sitting out here, only a few hundred yards away, just as
you are doing, and that you could, if you would, set my mind at rest."
"If I can do that," he said, "I am very glad that you came."
"I am going to unburden my mind, then," she continued. "It is about
those shares you sold father, Mr. Thain."
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