The Face of Rosenfeld — page 203: what you’re looking at

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196 THE FACH OF ROSENFEL. ‘¢T certainly cannot blame you for your suspicions,” she said. ‘“ Never mind,” said the old gentleman, who had been - watching her keenly; ‘‘I will not wait for time to set you right. I will commit myself now, apologize at once, place implicit confidence in your story, and invite you to a ride in my carriage. Will you go?” ‘©Go!” echoed Miss Maxey, in bewilderment. ‘‘I do not understand you. Where would you take me?” ‘¢T would take you to call on Miss Stevenson, for the purpose of seeing whether you can identify her.” ‘‘ But who is Miss Stevenson?” ‘‘ Never mind that. You will know her if you have seen her before, if not, not. Will you go?” «J will go.” The lawyer stepped into the adjoining room and spoke to an office boy. In ten minutes a carriage was at the door. Miss Maxey was driven by the gray-haired old gentle- man to a respectable house in a quiet street. She fol- lowed him up the stairs to the second-story. There, in a cheerful room, seated in an easy chair, her feet upon an ottoman, reading a novel, was the pretty girl whom Miss Maxey had first seen in the car- riage with Mrs. Forsythe, the afternoon she had fol- lowed the somber Dye. ‘‘ Well,” chirped the lawyer, when they were in the carriage once more; ‘‘ yes or no; do you know her?” «<She is the same girl whom I saw on the bed in Mrs. Forsythe’s room.” The old gentleman turned his head, for the evident purpose of concealing the tell-tale expression of his face.