Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. "My servants, like Eastern mutes, must have eyes, and ears,— and hands, if need be,—but no tongues. He bore it as long as he could, watching all the time with fascinated eyes Annabel moving gracefully about amongst her guests, always gay, with a smile and a whisper for nearly everybody. Hastening in the direction of the sound, he discovered Thames Darrell, stretched upon the ground. " "Be silent, and conceal yourself. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. Wasting no time, he crossed straight to the shutters and opened them. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. “You haven’t come here to make a lot of difficulties?” she asked. A new thought checked her steps and she froze.
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