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〃You are foolish； Dereek；〃 she murmured。 〃You are very foolish。 You are beau gar？on； and I adore you； but I am not made to be poor … no； decidedly I am not made to be poor。 Now listen to me； everything is very simple。 You must make it up with your wife。〃
〃I am afraid that's not going to be actually in the sphere of practical politics；〃 said Derek drily。
〃How do you say？ I do not understand。〃
〃Van Aldin； my dear； is not taking any。 He is the kind of man who makes up his mind and sticks to it。〃
〃I have heard of him；〃 nodded the dancer。 〃He is very rich； is he not？ Almost the richest man in America。 A few days ago； in Paris； he bought the most wonderful ruby in the world … 'Heart of Fire' it is called。〃
Kettering did not answer。 The dancer went on musingly：
〃It is a wonderful stone … a stone that should belong to a woman like me。 I love jewels； Dereek； they say something to me。 Ah！ to wear a ruby like 'Heart of Fire。'〃
She gave a little sigh； and then became practical once more。
〃You don't understand these things； Dereek； you are only a man。 Van Aldin will give these rubies to his daughter； I suppose。 Is she his only child？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Then when he dies； she will inherit all his money。 She will be a rich woman。〃
〃She is a rich woman already；〃 said Kettering drily。 〃He settled a couple of millions on her at her marriage。〃
〃A couple of millions！ But that is immense。 And if she died suddenly； eh？ That would all e to you？〃
〃As things stand at present；〃 said Kettering slowly； 〃it would。 As far as I know she has not made a will。〃
〃Mon Dieu！〃 said the dancer。 〃If she were to die； what a solution that would be。〃
There was a moment's pause； and then Derek Kettering laughed outright。
〃I like your simple； practical mind； Mirelle； but I am afraid what you desire won't e to pass。 My wife is an extremely healthy person。〃
〃Eh； bien！〃 said Mirelle； 〃there are accidents。〃
He looked at her sharply but did not answer。
She went on。
〃But you are right； mon ami； we must not dwell on possibilities。 See now； my little Dereek； there must be no more talk of this divorce。 Your wife must give up the idea。〃
〃And if she won't？〃
The dancer's eyes widened to slits。
〃I think she will； my friend。 She is one of those who would not like the publicity。 There are one or two pretty stories that she would not like her friends to read in the newspapers。〃
〃What do you mean？〃 asked Kettering sharply。
Mirelle laughed； her head thrown back。
〃Parbleu！ I mean the gentleman who calls himself the te de la Roche。 I know all about him。 I am Parisienne； you remember。 He was her lover before she married you； was he not？〃
Kettering took her sharply by the shoulders。
〃That is a damned lie；〃 he said； 〃and please remember that； after all； you are speaking of my wife。〃
Mirelle was a little sobered。
〃You are extraordinary； you English；〃 she plained。 〃All the same； I dare say that you may be right。 The Americans are so cold； are they not？ But you will permit me to say； mon ami； that she was in love with him before she married you； and her father stepped in and sent the te about his business。 And the little Mademoiselle； she wept many tears！ But she obeyed。 Still； you must know as well as I do； Dereek； that it is a very different story now。 She sees him nearly every day； and on the fourteenth she goes to Paris to meet him。〃
〃How do you know all this？〃 demanded Kettering。
〃Me？ I have friends in Paris； my dear Dereek； who know the te intimately。 It is all arranged。 She is going to the Riviera； so she says； but in reality the te meets her in Paris and … who knows！ Yes； yes； you can take my word for it； it is all arranged。〃
Derek Kettering stood motionless。
〃You see；〃 purred the dancer； 〃if you are clever； you have her in the hollow of your hand。 You can make things very awkward for her。〃
〃Oh； for God's sake be quiet；〃 cried Kettering。 〃Shut your cursed mouth！〃
Mirelle flung herself down again on the divan with a laugh。 Kettering caught up his hat and coat and left the flat； banging the door violently。 And still the dancer sat on the divan and laughed softly to herself。 She was not displeased with her work。
Chapter 7
LETTERS
〃Mrs Samuel Harfield presents her pliments to Miss Katherine Grey and wishes to point out that under the circumstances Miss Grey may not be aware …〃
Mrs Harfield； having written so far fluently； came to a dead stop； held up by what has proved an insuperable difficulty to many other people … namely； the difficulty of expressing oneself fluently in the third person。
After a minute or two of hesitation； Mrs Harfield tore up the sheet of notepaper and started afresh。
〃Dear Miss Grey；
Whilst fully appreciating the adequate way you discharged your duties to my Cousin Emma （whose recent death has indeed been a severe blow to us all）； I cannot but feel …〃
Again Mrs Harfield came to a stop。 Once more the letter was consigned to the wastepaper…basket。
It was not until four false starts had been made that Mrs Harfield at last produced an epistle that satisfied her。 It was duly sealed and stamped and addressed to Miss Katherine Grey； Little Crampton； St Mary Mead； Kent； and it lay beside that lady's plate on the following morning at breakfast…time in pany with a more important looking munication in a long blue envelope。
Katherine Grey opened Mrs Harfield's letter first。 The finished production ran as follows：
〃Dear Miss Grey；
My husband and I wish to express our thanks to you for your services to my poor cousin； Emma。 Her death has been a great blow to us； though we were； of course； aware that her mind has been failing for some time past。 I understand that her latter testamentary dispositions have been of a most peculiar character； and they would not hold good； of course； in any court of law。 I have no doubt that； with your usual good sense； you have already realized this fact。 If these matters can be arranged privately it is always so much better； my husband says。 We shall be pleased to remend you most highly for a similar post and hope that you will also accept a small present。 Believe me； dear Miss Grey； yours cordially；
Mary Anne Harfield。〃
Katherine Grey read the letter through； smiled a little； and read it a second time。 Her face as she laid the letter down after the second reading was distinctly amused。 Then she took up the second letter。 After one brief perusal she laid it down and stared very straight in front of her。 This time she did not smile。 Indeed； it would have been hard for anyone watching her to guess what emotions lay behind that quiet； reflective gaze。
Katherine Grey was thirty…three。 She came of good family； but her father had lost all his money； and Katherine had had to work for her living from an early age。 She had been just twenty…three when she had e to old Mrs Harfield as panion。
It was generally recognized that old Mrs Harfield was 〃difficult。〃 panions came and went with startling rapidity。 They arrived full of hope and they usually left in tears。 But from the moment Katherine Grey set foot in Little Crampton； ten years ago； perfect peace had reigned。 No one knows how these things e about。 Snake…charmers； they say； are born； not made。 Katherine Grey was born with the power of managing old ladies； dogs and small boys； and she did it without any apparent sense of strain。
At twenty…three she had been a quiet girl with beautiful eyes。 At thirty…three she an； with those same grey eyes； shining steadily out on the world with a kind of happy serenity that nothing could shake。
Moreover； she had been born with； and still possessed； a sense of humour。
As she sat at the breakfast…table； staring in front of her； there was a ring at the bell； acpanied by a very energetic rat…a…tat…tat at the knocker。 In another minute the little maid…servant opened the door and announced rather breathlessly：
〃Dr Harrison。〃
The big； middle…aged doctor came buzzing in with the energy and breeziness that had been fore…shadowed by his onslaught on the knocker。
〃Good morning； Miss Grey。〃
〃Good morning； Dr Harrison。〃
〃I dropped in early；〃 began the doctor； 〃in case you should have heard from one of those Harfield cousins。 Mrs Samuel； she calls herself … a perfectly poisonous person。〃
Without a word； Katherine picked up Mrs Harfield's letter from the table and gave it to him。 With a good deal of amusement she watched his perusal of it； the drawing together of the bushy eyebrows； the snorts and grunts of violent disapproval。 He dashed it down again on the table。
〃Perfectly monstrous；〃 he fumed。 〃Don't you let it worry you； my dear。 They're talking through their hat。 Mrs Harfield's intellect was as good as yours or mine； and you won't get anyone to say the contrary。 They wouldn't have a leg to stand upon； and they know it。 All that talk of taking it into court is pure bluff。 Hence this attempt to get round you in a hole…and…corner way。 And look here； my dear； don't let them get round you with soft soap either。 Don't get fancying it's your duty to hand over the cash； or any tomfoolery of conscientious scruples。〃
〃I'm afraid it hasn't occurred to me to have scruples；〃 said Katherine。 〃A