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d handed him:-- "The person to whom this glove belonged has been dead three days. She died on a journey--alone. Think of the bridal flower,--it will guide you to where she now lies waiting for those who loved her to claim her." Pargeter laid one hand on Vanderlyn's arm--with the other he took out of one of his pockets a sheaf of thin slips of paper. The American knew them to contain accounts of accidents and untoward occurrences registered at the Prefecture of Police. Pargeter detached one of the slips and laid it across the sheet of paper on which Madame d'Elphis had written her laconic message:-- "Look--look at _this_, Grid! And don't say again I'm a fool for believing in La d'Elphis! I've had this since the day before yesterday; but I didn't bother to show it to you, for I didn't think anything of it--I shouldn't now, but for La d'Elphis! But do look--'the body of a young, fair woman found in a train at _Orange_,'--'the bridal flower,' as La d'Elphis says--eh, what?" But still Vanderlyn did not speak. "I've thought it all out," Pargeter went on, excitedly. "Peggy was driven to the wrong station--see? Got into the wrong train--and then--then, Grid, when she found out what she'd done, she got upset----" For the first time a note of awe, of horror, came into his voice--"You see, my sister Sophy was right, after all; the poor girl's heart was queer!" "And what are you going to do now?" asked Vanderlyn in a low, dry tone. "Arrange for a special to Orange, I suppose? What time will you start, Tom? Would you like me to come with you?" Pargeter reddened; his green eye blinked as if he felt suddenly blinded by the bright sun. "I'm not thinking of going myself," he said, rather ashamedly. "Where would be the good of it? Her brother and that cousin of hers are sure to want to go. They can take Plimmer. The truth is--well, old man, I don't feel up to it! I've always had an awful horror of death. Peggy knew that well enough----" the colour faded from his face; he looked at the other with a nervous, dejected expression. "Tom," said Vanderlyn, slowly, "why shouldn't _I_ go to Orange--with Madame de Lera? Why say anything to Peggy's people till we really know?" For the first time Pargeter seemed moved to genuine human feeling. "Well," he said, "you _are_ a good friend, Grid! I'll never forget how you've stood by me during this worrying time. I wish I could do something for you in return--
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