THE EVIDENCE OF THE GIGOLOS
"A worthless life,
A life ridiculous."
Death's Jest-Book
Friday, 19 June—Evening
Miss Harriet Vane, in a claret-coloured frock, swayed round the dance-lounge of the Hotel Resplendent in the arms of Mr. Antoine, the fair-haired gigolo.
"I'm afraid I am not a very good dancer," she remarked, apologetically.
Mr. Antoine clasped her a very little more firmly in his competent professional arm, and replied:
"You dance very correctly, mademoiselle. It is only the entrain that is a little lacking. It is possible that you are awaiting the perfect partner. When the heart dances with the feet, then it will be à merveille." He met her eyes with a delicately calculated expression of encouragement.
"Is that the kind of thing you have to say to all these old ladies?"
