Arrived at the audience-chamber, he set down the light upon a stand,
threw open the door, and announced in a loud voice, but with the perfect
intonation of the person he represented,—"Sir Rowland Trenchard. “Don’t you understand? It is I whom you cared for in
Paris, not Anna. There's nothing on the card to indicate it, but I'm a
detective. He was looking pale and ill. Had she too been flying from
something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could
be equal to this fire?
All this led him back to the original circle. "What the devil
makes you out so late? And what has happened to you, man, eh?—you seem in a
queer plight. “Perhaps, as I’ve only just arrived,” she remarked, “I might be forgiven if I do
not change my skirt.
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