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ood cause. By the way, you'd better have a look, and see if the girl's all right before I cover you over." "Oh, damn the girl!" answered the woman. "What's it matter if she dies?" "If I'd wanted that, I'd have left her dead in her lover's study." "Lover! Old Bellamy!" said the woman--and laughed. "Not old enough, I guess, to help it." "Nor you, Alban, to hide it," she retorted, groping at the rug which covered Amaryllis. "You gave her enough to keep her quiet another hour or two, didn't you?" "It's hard to tell with a new subject," he answered. "Morphine is tricky in opiate doses." Then Amaryllis knew she had been drugged, and to appear as when they last saw her, she half-opened her eyes, showed her teeth between drawn lips, and managed to keep her face rigid without even the quiver of an eyelid. The rug was lifted for a moment and a face peered at hers; and she knew it for that of Sir Randal's late parlour-maid and lamented coffee-maker. "She's just the same," said the woman. "Quite insensible, but not dead yet. Blast her!" Melchard laughed. "The green-eyed monster as per usual," he said. "You ought to know me by this time, but you always mistake my universal admiration of beauty for the tender passion." "Don't be a fool," she answered. "What are you going to do with her?" Melchard was silent, and the woman spoke again. "Look here," she said, "I'm going to be right in this. I found the stuff for you. I got the key. And if I hadn't been with you to-night you'd have been lagged. I'm not so sure that you won't be, now, with that ---- letter of yours from Paris." "What's wrong with the letter?" asked Melchard. "It would have done well enough if we hadn't had to bring this red-haired wench of yours with us. Now that the girl's disappeared, it'll only attract attention." "My sweet child," retorted Melchard, "that letter is a masterpiece. I did leave a notebook behind. Legarde and Morneaux, besides swearing to it themselves, would bring a dozen others, all most respectable men, to say that I did not leave Paris until the twenty-second, the day after to-morrow." "H'm!" said the woman. "M'yes, perhaps. And anyhow," she went on, with a chuckle of relish, "by the time we've shipped the girl to Holland, she won't remember her own name." Then at last horror seized the soul of Amaryllis, and consciousness left her. CHAPTER IX. THE POLITICAL COVES. For the better part of their
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