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She was dressed very
modestly in black. It was the white straw hat of a good form and trimmed
with a bunch of pale roses which had caught my eye. The whole figure
seemed familiar. Of course! Flora de Barral. She was making for the
hotel, she was going in. And Fyne was with Captain Anthony! To meet him
could not be pleasant for her. I wished to save her from the
awkwardness, and as I hesitated what to do she looked up and our eyes
happened to meet just as she was turning off the pavement into the hotel
doorway. Instinctively I extended my arm. It was enough to make her
stop. I suppose she had some faint notion that she had seen me before
somewhere. She walked slowly forward, prudent and attentive, watching my
faint smile.
"Excuse me," I said directly she had approached me near enough. "Perhaps
you would like to know that Mr. Fyne is upstairs with Captain Anthony at
this moment."
She uttered a faint "Ah! Mr. Fyne!" I could read in her eyes that she
had recognized me now. Her serious expression extinguished the imbecile
grin of which I was conscious.


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