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was still looking after hiin with slightly disturbed eyes when the butler opened the door.
"Any fool should have known," she said, to herself and not to the servant. A queer little light danced in her eyes. "As a matter of fact, I suppose I did know without realizing it. Is Mrs. Hemleigh at home. Brooks?"
"She is expecting you, Mrs. Millidew."
"By the way. Brooks, do you happen to know anything about Fenlew Hall?"
Brooks was as good a liar as any one. He had come, highly recommended, from a Fifth Avenue intelligence office. He did not hesitate an instant.
"The Duke of Aberdeen's county seat, ma'am? I know it quite well. I cawn't tell you 'ow many times I've been in the plice, ma'am, while I was valeting his Grice, the Duke of Manchester."
