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wish to know. I went for a walk with Mr. Flamel because he asked me to."
"I didn't suppose you went uninvited. But there are certain things a sensible woman doesn't do. She doesn't slink about in out-of-the-way streets with men. Why couldn't you have seen him here?"
She hesitated. "Because he wanted to see me alone."
"Did he indeed? And may I ask if you gratify all his wishes with equal alacrity?"
"I don't know that he has any others where I am concerned." She paused again and then continued, in a voice that somehow had an under-note of warning, "He wished to bid me good-bye. He's going away."
Glennard turned on her a startled glance. "Going away?"
"He's going to Europe to-morrow. He goes for a long time. I supposed you knew."
The last phrase revived his irritation. "You forget that I depend on you for my information about Flamel. He's your friend and not mine. In fact, I've sometimes wondered at your going out of your way
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