They must see the prisoner at the hatch. As the night advanced, Mr. ‘Is there a resemblance?’
‘This is Mary Remenham?’
‘That is my late niece, yes. ’
‘Don’t be too sure,’ said Miss Froxfield darkly, with a mischievous glance at
her betrothed. Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. There was already a score or more of people there, some standing up and talking
together, others seated in chairs ranged along the wall. I want to give you
warning that I have set myself to solve it. "
"I'll bring you an armful this afternoon. Not
entirely. Oh! that I should have nursed such a viper!"
"Hear me, Sir," said Jack. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must
know. But supposing he is? Supposing he made but
one misstep? Your island would be a haven of security.
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