She would never return to her father; that resolution was final. That was the wonder of these stories; one lived in them. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one. A detective will be here in a few moments to make inquiries into this affair. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. ’ Melusine remembered a thin man of sour aspect, living—like her father and his wife Suzanne—off the vicomte’s bounty. Everything was very neat; it had evidently been straightened up and kept for her. ’ She allowed herself to be pulled to the centre of the room, but uttered in a low tone, full of suppressed anxiety, ‘How can he know? How can he know?’ ‘You mean how can he know that this is your house?’ Melusine looked up at him, distress in her eyes. I wouldn't trust a Malay, not if he were reared in the Vatican. It 163 invariably leads to trouble.
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