Chapter 1
Arthur flung himself into the room pale, hollow-eyed, the picture of despair. "Any news?" he cried, hopelessly enough, for he had seen my face. "None," I answered. "Anything from Feurg res?" "Not yet." "Tell me again-where did you telegraph him?" "Dover, Calais, Paris, Ostend, Brussels, Cologne!" "And no reply?" "As yet none." "Let us look again at the note you found." I smoothed it out upon the table. We had read it many times. "There is something else which I must tell you before I leave England. Come to me at once. The bearer will bring you. Come alone. "Henri Feurg res. "P.S.-You will be back in an hour. Disturb no one. It is possible that I may ask you to keep secret what I have to say." "This note," I remarked, tapping it with my forefinger, "was taken in to Isobel by M
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