From Out the Vast Deep: Occult & Supernatural Thriller. Marie Belloc Lowndes
her mention of the word ‘arbour.’ The last time I saw my mother alive was in the arbour of our horrible little garden at Bedford.”
“That,” said Blanche thoughtfully, “was, I admit, pure thought-reading. Good-night, Lionel.”
Varick remained standing at the foot of the staircase for quite a long while.
Yes, it had been thought-reading, of course. But very remarkable, even so. It was years since he had thought of that last painful talk with his mother. She had warned him very seriously of certain—well, peculiarities of his character. The long-forgotten words she had used suddenly leapt into his mind as if written in letters of fire: “Your father’s unscrupulousness, matched with my courage, make a dangerous combination, my boy.”
As he lit a cigarette, his hand shook a little, but the more he thought of it, the more he told himself that for all that had occurred with relation to himself to-night there was an absolutely natural explanation.
Take the second figure Bubbles had described? It was obviously that of the woman on whom he had allowed his mind to dwell uneasily, intensely, this afternoon. She was his only enemy—if you could call the crazy creature who had been poor Milly’s companion an enemy.
The odious personality of the absurdly named Julia Pigchalke was still very present to him as he turned and joined his men guests in the beautiful camber-roofed and linen-panelled room known as the hall. She was the one fly, albeit a very small fly, in the ointment of his deep content.
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