"Hoddy, Hoddy!… No, no! This is my father!" warned Ruth. " "You have extradition papers?" "What sort of a detective do you think I am?" countered O'Higgins. ’ Then he bowed, raising his hat in salute and, crossing to the coach, spoke briefly to its driver and leapt into it without looking back. So, adroitly and patiently, he pulled Ruth apart; that is, he plucked forth a little secret here, another there, until he had quite a substantial array. "You are my prisoner. ” “Damn!” he remarked at the defaced letter; and, taking a fresh sheet, he recopied what he had written. Creeping stealthily up stairs, unmasking a dark lantern, and glancing into each room as he passed, he was startled in one of them by the appearance of Mrs. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred. All the initial confidence in herself was gone; her courage was merely a shell to hide the lack. ‘Would you like me to enquire for your mystery lady, Gerald? I know the Comte and Comtesse de St Erme quite well. Courtlaw might have been able to give me an idea where to stop. The Times slipped from his fingers.
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