Chapter 33
OF TRAGEDY It was close on the hour of sunset when Ravenslee stopped his car before a quiet hotel in Englewood and sprang out. "Will you be long, sir?" enquired Joe, seating himself at the wheel and preparing to turn into the garage. "Probably an hour, Joe." "Very good, sir." But as the big car turned, Ravenslee spoke over his shoulder. "By the way, if I shouldn't be back in an hour, come and meet me." Then, having given Joe full and particular directions as to the little wood, he turned and went upon his way. It had been a stifling day, and even now, though a soft air was abroad tempering the humid heat, when this light wind languished there was over all things a brooding stillness, foreboding storm. But Ravenslee strode on, unheeding dust and heat, hastening on to that which await
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