This island was the
one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the
Hand had forgotten him. That did not sound like the
name the young man had offered in the tower of the water-clock. ”
“Won’t you postpone the attempt, then?” he said gallantly, “until I have done
something to deserve your gratitude? You will not forget—seven-thirty, Café
Maston, Boulevard des Italiennes. E. "
"How did you escape?" asked Sheppard, who, as he shook off his slumber, began
to recall the events of the previous night. “She must,” said Mr. She had not thought anything could equal her despair at that moment. Later that night, after she had cleaned herself and
changed her clothes, he returned. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the
staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts.
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