“But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. Spurlock remained
where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. . A light was visible in the garret,
feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and
overcast. "You're not hurt I hope, Sir Rowland?" inquired this individual. It was ended. It was as much accident as anything, but she had
killed him. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink
and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in
her life. The hotel on the Peak had the aspect of
a fairy castle. "The murder was committed
after the robbery of my house by Sheppard and his accomplices. ‘You will not guess again?’
‘No, no, I am quite out of ideas.
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