Charles continued to look into the room. The place where Margaret had stood was just at the edge of where the thick double wreath of fat blue flowers began to twine itself about a central medallion. There was a little worn place just to the right of where she had stood. He stared at the worn place. Margaret had been here and was gone again - Margaret. Well, that put the lid on telephoning to the police. Yes, by gum it did!
A quick spasm of laughter shook him. He had said that it would be interesting to meet Margaret again - interesting.
"Oh, my hat!" said Charles to himself.
Interesting enough - yes, and a bit to spare if he and Margaret were to meet in a crowded police court. A very pretty romantic scene "Do you recognize this woman?" "Oh, yes, I almost married her once." Headlines from the evening paper rose luridly: "Parted Lovers meet in Police Court." "Jilted Explorer and Lost Bride." "Should Women become Criminals?" No, the police were off.
(from Grey Mask, by Patricia Wentworth)
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