“Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape. “Lady Mackinnor,” she said, “I am sure that you must have heard of Mr. Well one night, some of us saw him, or thought we saw him, at a café dining with ‘Alcide,’—as a matter of fact, it seems that it was her sister. And as he gave back the portfolio to Sir Rowland he contrived, unobserved, to slip the precious document into his sleeve, and from thence into his pocket. “I am much obliged to you,” he said. The patient fell into a natural and refreshing sleep. With this view, he descended the hill and presently found a footpath leading to the church.
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