In Sight of St. Paul's — page 112: what you’re looking at

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= en ee 2 ee THE ASPASIA CLUB. 107 ‘You want to see the Panther?’ | ‘‘Perhaps,’’ with a smile not altogether pleasant to see. } “Why ?”? Beatrice looked him full in the face, half quizzi- cally, half seriously. ‘Because I think to-night the wind will change,’’ she said, significantly. And, with a defiant laugh, she swept herself, her velvets and laces, into the ball-room. Sheridan shrugged his shoulders. He ought to have known the futility of attempting to reason with a willful woman. Then he glanced again at the card which he still held in his hand. Gillespie Fletcher! “What in mor- ality’s name did he want there? Well, the best way was to go and find out. Scarcely had he disappeared than a small door near one of the alcoves opened, and two men emerged. One was the so-called Captain Gridston, and the other, his more or less faithful henchman, Treacher. Gridston cast a quick glance about the room, and, seeing that it was empty, asked: ‘“Are you sure this information is correct ?”’ ‘“‘Ouite. My man is to be relied on. They left their house this afternoon, followed by my informant to the lodgings of the long-lost son. There has been an explanation and forgiveness all round. Now,’’ most (ale) m Gomicbooks