Chapter XI
THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON
Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. He listened. ’
He
screamed at me through the rope and tape, it was no use. White. By your
own showing you are in easy circumstances,—for it is only natural to presume
that a man who owes nothing must be in a condition to pay liberally,—and you
cannot therefore feel the loss of such a trifle as ten guineas. Directly dinner was over Mr. ’
‘Don’t tell me,’ exploded his second-in-command. I AM an abandoned female. What could I do?’
‘Anything but to bring him to me,’ Melusine threw at him. ” He grabbed a sword from
the wall of arms. But at
length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung
outward from the wall. ”
“You are a marvellous courier,” she declared, as they passed into the street. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set
them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. I know less about this affair perhaps than you suppose.
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