‘Tell me what you know of Miss Charvill?’ he ordered severely. “You see,” she said,
very gently, “I AM going. “The Annabel who lives here, who sings every night at the ‘Unusual’? They call
her by your old name. ”
Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. But heavens, I must pack!”
She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she
emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. As Jack departed, a dark figure, emerging from behind a wall, rushed after him. "Good night, Master. What!—add
another drop to her cup? Who knows? Any day they may find me. ”
To which the only possible reply seemed to be, “I’m not coming home. And yet I know not—for the object of
his visit here to-night was to serve Jack, who, if your statement is correct, which
I cannot however for a moment believe, does not deserve his assistance. They will claim particular attention hereafter. “I want to show you something. I want you to feel that you have found a friend who has a strong
desire to be of service to you. Gerald stood quite still for a moment or two, listening intently.
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