Goopes when at home dressed simply in a pajama-shaped suit of canvas sacking
tied with brown ribbons, while his wife wore a purple djibbah with a richly
embroidered yoke. He got
out of the car and lifted her from the convertible before
she could open the door. I
have gone without dinner for three nights, and—come in. Not at all. It was now
getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of
the stranger. With a small saw, conveyed to me a few days since by Thames
Darrell, which I contrived to conceal upon my person, I removed a spike in the
hatch, and, with the aid of some other friends, worked my way out. He had barely settled at his desk in his library, when he
was disturbed by two morning callers. “Damn”. And the less “anything” happened the better. But he had shown no desire for
information, no curiosity. By degrees, his fears vanished, and hearing nothing, he grew calmer. “You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said.
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