Cheveney was another Paris friend, was he?” she asked. Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. " "The White Hollyhock would fit her better. You've nothing to do but to take possession. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own sangfroid.
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