In Sight of St. Paul's — page 132: what you’re looking at

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A THE PANTHER AT BAY. 124 this lady’s address. I told you I’d find you out. Well, I’ve kept my word.”? ‘* How the devil did you——”’ began Gridston. ‘Discover it?”’? interrupted Tom, with an ironical smile. ‘‘Why, from the devil himself.’ “What ?”? ‘Oh, yes, you gave it to me, when I drove you home in the cab.’? ‘You drove the cab!’’ repeated Gridston, too amazed to know exactly what course to take. “‘Certainly,’’? replied Tom, calmly, throwing a handful of change upon the table, ‘‘aud there’s the fare you paid me.’’ — There was a silence for a moment. The Panther leaned back in her chair, eying this bold intruder from under her half-closed lids, while Gridston stood irresolute, scarcely knowing how best to deal with him. “What do you want ?’’ said the latter, at last. ‘“A few words with this lady,’’ replied Tom, com- ing boldly forward. At this, Cynthia raised her head, gave roi a scru- tinizing glance, and then motioned Gridston to re- tire. | Hesitatingly and sulkily, the captain moved away to a corner of the room, where he was out of ear-shot, but still where he could see all that was going on. ‘What do you require of me?’’ asked Cynthia, Gomicbooks (E(0)