‘Jacques?’ she called. It was apparent, and then it faded into the quality of an inevitable necessity. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a
prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. He had been on the point of leaving the
restaurant. He laughed. “Montague Hill, the man who was found lying wounded in Bucknall Mansions
late on Wednesday night in the rooms of a well-known artiste, has recovered
sufficiently to make a statement to the police. I’m leaving you, and you can’t stop me. You are in the right to be cautious, till you know
with whom you have to deal; and, even then, you can't be too wary. Besides, by the time
they were off his hands, old McClintock would be dropping in to have his liver
renovated. Chapter XXIII
MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST
At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat.
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