A bunch of flowers was one of the most common mediums for a bomb.
The Anarchist colours showed clearly that it must either have been sent
by an enemy who had been formerly one of the band, and who was now
revenging himself by an attempt to see his former associates "hoist
with their own petard," or else it was an affair of the police. In any
case, supposing the thing to be harmless, it was a warning of danger.
Emile's wits worked swiftly, and he was used to emergencies. He looked
round, and found a jug of water, and the floral tribute floated
harmlessly therein. As it did not sink at once he concluded that there
was no concealed bomb. Then he turned his attention to Arithelli, and
gave her a vigorous shaking, which was probably, under the
circumstances, the best possible restorative.
"You'll die more than once in imagination before your time comes,
Fatalite. Probably the next parcel you receive will not need as much
investigation."
She tried to smile. "I'm sorry! They looked so uncanny, and when I
saw red I thought--Emile, what does it all mean?"
"It means danger, my dear.
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