It had been
intensified and corrupted by time, as if to add insult to
injury. H’m. What hotel should she go to? If she told a
cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might
drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she
required. “And what was that dreadful confession you had to make?” he was saying. ”
“You did not notice anything which may have escaped this lady? You saw no
one leave the flats?”
“No one,” Brendon answered. I am sorry to seem to hurt you, but all I say is
for your good. All we have to apprehend is a rescue. ’
‘Tchah!’ He glared at her. Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre. 32
The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the
windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from
the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary
sage soaking them. "
The spinster had no retort to offer such directness. She went to her bedroom, but
she did not go to bed.
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