“The coach may go, I’ll not leave you!” she cried.
She broke off. Was it the scent of the flowers from the death-chamber, or some curious flavour in the wine? She was all at once aware of a singular, intense smell of almonds in the air.
“Miss Falcon, Mrs. Morgan, my dear! Oh, you’re faint, you’re ill, and no wonder!”
She clutched the sinking figure, but Fair Fatality had acted her last tragedy.
Pamela Pounce never wore the Medusa ring. She dared not; but she kept it all her life.
CHAPTER XI
In Which There is a Prodigious Scandal About
Pink Flounces
None ever knew the share which Pamela had taken in Felicity Falcon’s last night on earth.
She had laid the slender figure as decently and respectfully as she could, on a couch, kissed the cold cheek once more, and walked out of the house.
Those who would find her in the morning must make what they could of the story. Pamela had her own life and those dependent on her to consider. She could not afford to be mixed up with a scandal.