The Mystery Queen

Transcriber's Notes: 1. Page scan source: https://books.google.com/books?id=KF4gAAAAMAAJ (The New York Public Library)

TAKE ME AWAY; TAKE ME AWAY! SHE CRIED PITEOUSLY.
The Mystery Queen
A penny for your thoughts, dad, cried Lillian, suppressing a school-girl desire to throw one of the nuts on her plate at her father and rouse him from his brown study.
Sir Charles Moon looked up with a start, and drew his bushy gray eye-brows together. Some people would give more than that to know them, my dear.
What sort of people? asked the young man who sat beside Lillian, industriously cracking nuts for her consumption.
Dangerous people, replied Sir Charles grimly, very dangerous, Dan.
Mrs. Bolstreath, fat, fair, and fifty, Lillian's paid companion and chaperon, leaned back complacently. She had enjoyed an excellent dinner: she was beautifully dressed: and shortly she would witness the newest musical comedy; three very good reasons for her amiable expression. All people are dangerous to millionaires, she remarked, pointing the compliment at her employer, since all people enjoy life with wealth, and wish to get the millionaire's money honestly or dishonestly.
The people you mention have failed to get mine, Mrs. Bolstreath, was the millionaire's dry response.
Of course I speak generally and not of any particular person, Sir Charles.
I am aware of it, he answered, nodding and showed a tendency to relapse into his meditation, but that his daughter raised her price for confession.