A vast indifference settled down upon him. “There is some one else whom I care for!”
He laughed hardly. “I heard the other day that she’d been
taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris,
personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. ‘If the boy had sense enough to send word to
Gerald as he was told to do, then God be praised!’
‘Parbleu,’ broke from Melusine, as she turned on him instead. ”
“It is Number 8, Cavendish Square,” she answered simply. "
The manager made a negative sign. Jonathan, who with the other constables had reconnoitred this band, and
recognised in its ring-leader, Blueskin, commanded the constables to follow him,
and made a sally for the purpose of seizing him.
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