Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 232: what you’re looking at

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A SEVERE THREAT. 225 private rooms in his absence. It may consume time; but, on the other hand, I may find what I seek at once.” An hour passed. Thirty minutes more. Then upon the door of Geraldine’s room came a single faint tap. She opened it quickly, and Lola—pale as a ghost—staggered into the room. ‘* Found!” she faltered, breathlessly. ‘‘ Oh, thank Heaven!” © Geraldine sprang forward in wild excitement. Her eyes blazed with exultation, her pale face flushed with triumph. She felt no qualms of compunction—naught save the gnawing desire to punish this man who had ruined and cursed her whole existence, | ‘‘Tell me!” she panted, eagerly—‘‘ for mercy’s sake tell me quickly !” * * * * * * *K The next morning, when Sir John Sydney left Sydney House for a ride, he was suddenly confronted, just as he was about to spring upon his horse, by two police officers. ‘‘Sir John Sydney,” said one, laying his hand upon the baronet’s shoulder as he spoke, ‘‘it isa painful duty, and I suppose the whole thing isa mistake; but it’s my orders, and I arrest you in the name of the law.” The baronet staggered back a few paces, and his red face blanched to a ghastly white, ‘What do you mean?” he demanded, furiously. ‘‘ What —is the charge, you scoundrel ?” ‘‘Of course you'll make it all right,” returned the man, soothingly, ‘‘ but the fact is, it’s an ugly charge. It’s murder, my lord—the murder of one—Stella Gordon, about a year ago.” . ‘‘Tt is false !” bawled the baronet, attempting to break from the man’s hold. But he only tightened his grasp on the baronet’s shoulder. i ‘‘ You'll have plenty of chance to prove all that, my lord,” Gomicboo <S (E(e) =)