Her Royal Lover: A Novel — page 185: what you’re looking at

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HER ROYAL LOVER. 177 As if he desired to change abruptly the conversa- tion, Dimitri Feodorowitch suddenly said: “Prince, do not forget to visit your basket in which you throw your waste paper. I recollect how, in atrial for murder, the head of a great lady fell under the knife, although they had lost all hope of discovering the assassin, only because a bit of torn rose-satin paper found in the waste-basket, set them on the track of the criminal.. Ah! the women! the women !” Was it by accident that the piercing eyes of Bolski were then fixed upon a photograph of the ambassadress? When he was speaking, Mineleko started. There was a letter which he had not shown the detective, that which he had snatched from the hands of his wife that memorable night in the atelier. A strug- gle was taking place in him, a struggle whch he surmounted in the end. “Dimitri Feodorowitch,” said he, suddenly, “I have forgotten to show you this.” And he extended to the agent of the secret police the piece of paper stolen from the princess. Ecomichbooks.com