The Evil Shepherd by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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"That suits you, Margaret?" Hilditch asked, turning courteously to his wife. For a single moment her eyes were fixed upon those of her prospective guest. He read their message which pleaded for his refusal, and he denied it. "To-morrow evening will suit me as well as any other," she acquiesced, after a brief pause. "At eight o'clock, then--number 10 b, Hill Street," Hilditch concluded. Francis bowed and turned away with a murmured word of polite assent. Outside, he found Wilmore deep in the discussion of the merits of various old brandies with an interested maitre d'hotel. "Any choice, Francis?" his host enquired. "None whatever," was the prompt reply, "only, for God's sake, give me a double one quickly!" The two men were on the point of departure when Oliver Hilditch and his wife left the restaurant. As though conscious that they had become the subject of discussion, as indeed was the case, thanks to the busy whispering of the various waiters, they passed without lingering through the lounge into the entrance hall, where Francis and Andrew Wilmore were already waiting for a taxicab. Almost as they appeared, a new arrival was ushered |
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