Is all that folly done with—for ever?” Annabel shivered ever so slightly. ‘Could she have been a spy, after all?’ ‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. ’ Grasping the lantern, and heedless now of the discomforts of the passage, Melusine flew like the wind back towards the library, the vision of Jack Kimble’s white face driving her on. Gerald went through all the papers in front of Gosse and that woman of his, one by one. The stranger turned his head at the sound. Without a word, without a sign, Enschede started toward the beach, where his proa waited. That dress is thirty years old, if a day. Near the body, which, it will be surmised, was that of Abraham Mendez, two ruffianly personages were seated, quietly smoking, and bestowing no sort of attention upon the new-comers. Anna and her escort exchanged glances.
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