The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 126: what you’re looking at

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THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. i17 “T beg that you will not do that yet. Remember, that man and his clique mean to have your life, and it would be folly for you to throw it away: You gave in to me before, and it saved your life. Promise me one thing.” “What is that?” he asks. “That you will not attempt to see Gwendoline—I mean Evangeline, until morning.” “Oh! I can promise that. Therese and I are just about to head for a hotel, as soon as the doctor gives me permission to leave here, as I find that is necessary.” | “What hotel do you go to?” I ask, with some little uneasiness. © : “The Palmer, of course!” I say nothing, but earnestly hope that as all the characters in this life drama are domiciled beneath the roof of a single hotel, there may be no dis- astrous meeting before the affair is ripe. We talk a few minutes longer. “Pardon me if I speak a few words privately to your sister, Mr. Hammond,” I say. “Certainly. Talk as long as you please. I only hope my release will come shortly. I needa good dinner and a cigar,” he answers. I tell Therese about Lord Arthur and what to do. They are to stop in and have dinner before reach- ing the Palmer, which will keep beth men from appearing in the dining-room of the hotel, and run- ning the risk of discovery; for should the pretty adventuress see her English husband hob-nobbing with her American one, she might readily guess what disaster had befallen her fortunes, and by flight manage to save something out of the ruin. Therese understands—she is a bright girl, and <=) com “comicboo