Quicksand
“Do you know, Helen,” Helga confided, “I‘ve never met Miss Denney. I wish you‘d introduce me. Not this minute. Later, when you can manage it. Not so—er—apparently by request, you know.”
Helen Tavenor laughed. “No, you wouldn‘t have met her, living as you did with Anne Grey. Anderson, I mean. She‘s Anne‘s particular pet aversion. The mere sight of Audrey is enough to send her into a frenzy for a week. It‘s too bad, too, because Audrey‘s an awfully interesting person and Anne‘s said some pretty awful things about her. You‘ll like her, Helga.”
Helga nodded. “Yes, I expect to. And I know about Anne. One night—” She stopped, for across the room she saw, with a stab of surprise, James Vayle. "Where, Helen did you get him?”
“Oh, that? That‘s something the cat brought in. Don‘t ask which one. He came with somebody, I don‘t remember who. I think he‘s
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