William Le Queux

Number 70 Berlin William Le Queux

Book Excerpt: ...e say on Tuesday?"His newly-found friend reflected a moment, and then replied in the affirmative."Excellent. Tuesday at eight--eh? You know my address.""Yes--in Bruton Street.""Right--that's an appointment," Rodwell exclaimed cheerily; and then, after bending low over Lady Betty's thin white hand, he left. CHAPTER IITHE SUSPICIONS OF ELISEAT nine o'clock that same evening, in a well-furnished drawing-room half-way up Fitzjohn's Avenue, in Hampstead, a pretty, blue-eyed, fair-haired girl of twenty-one sat at the piano alone, playing a gay French chanson, to pass away the time. Dressed in a dainty little dinner-gown of carnation pink, and wearing in her well-dressed hair a touch of velvet to match, she presented a pretty picture beneath the shaded electric-light which fell over the instrument set in a corner. Her mother, Mrs. Shearman, a charming, grey-haired lady, had just gone out...