The Seven Sapphires Of Mardi Gras (1991) - Plot & Excerpts
His drab, pinstriped suit seemed to match the somberness of his mood. So far we had exchanged only pleasantries and small talk, but the anxious gleam in his eyes made me suspect that he had summoned me here this morning for a definite purpose. No doubt he wanted to talk once more about the purchase of my inheritance. “More tea, Louise?” “Yes, thank you. I’ll just help myself.” Before Edward could rise from his seat behind the huge mahogany desk, I took the elaborate silver urn from its tray and filled both of the delicate china cups. The platter of thinly sliced cake that Mrs. Lividais had brought in earlier still waited untouched between us. The portrait behind Edward’s desk was staring at me again. Uneasy, I glanced away, my eyes exploring the heavy, masculine furnishings of the room. Two more pictures hung upon the walls—one a landscape, the other a battle scene from the Civil War. Beyond the row of carefully polished bookshelves was a slightly opened door, no doubt the entrance to a small sun room or private parlor.
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