But there, we're getting morbid.
What I really want to do is to satisfy my vanity. Where did Miss
Marigold disappear?"
"Talking about me?" and Helene opened her eyes languorously. "I
was so tired waiting for you that when Mr. Warren came along in
his wonderful new car I yielded to his invitation, so we enjoyed
that tea-room trip which you had promised. Such a lark! Then we
came up here where I had the most wonderful dinner with him and
three girls. I was tired and sleepy, so I dozed away on that
library davenport until the party began--and there you are and
here I are, and so, forgive me, Monty?"
She slipped nimbly to the floor, with a maddening display of a
silken ankle, advancing to the criminologist with a wistful
playfulness which brought a flush of sudden feeling, to the face
of Reginald Warren. Helene was carrying out his directions to
the letter, Shirley observed.
They lingered at Warren's festivities until a wee sma' hour,
Helene pretending to share the conviviality, while actually
maintaining a hawk-like watch upon the two conspirators as she
now felt them to be.
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