Zeally's cleverness struck me as a trifle too--ah--phenomenal for belief.
I scented some low intrigue; and Polly's dismissal may indicate my pretty shrewd guess at the culprit." "But it was not Polly!" "Eh ?" Endymion sat bolt upright.
"You must not blame Polly.

It was I whom M.Raoul came to see that night." He stared at her, incredulous.
"My dear Dorothea, are you quite insane ?" "He wished to see me--to speak with me; he gave the girl a note for me.

I knew nothing about it until I went upstairs that night, and found her at the boudoir window.

M.Raoul was outside.

He had arrived before she could deliver the message." "Quite so!" with a nasally derisive laugh.