And she—’ ‘She!’ interrupted the young lady crossly. Sir Rowland is one of us," he added, winking at his companions, "and so was his brother-in-law, Sir Cecil Trafford. ” “How could you!” She exclaimed. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. Tea in the laboratory was a sort of suffragette reception. Annabel ignored both the chair and the invitation. Why hadn't he admitted that he recognized the photograph? What instinct had impelled him swiftly to assume his Oriental mask? "Why?" asked O'Higgins. But come in, dear.
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