Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. "Won't you take these?" For a space he merely stared at her, perhaps wondering if she were real. " "And you my warning," retorted Wild. “Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. Somewhere you may stumble upon a clew to his identity. She went to her room and changed the loose morning gown in which she had lunched for a dark walking dress. ” “You have not told me yet,” Annabel said, “how it is that you have dared to personate me. "Somebody ought to get hold of that young man," said Prudence, grimly, as she nodded in Spurlock's direction. Remember ——” Annabel clutched her sister’s arm. “Which one?” “The Miss Pellissier in whose rooms you were, and who sings at the ‘Unusual,’” Courtlaw answered. “I am afraid your broken dinner engagement will not be so easy to explain. He would refuse to listen and absolve her unshriven. The house had in fact been converted into a convent, but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed in this part of town.
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