The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 127: what you’re looking at

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118 HE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. z agaiu I mentally compare her with the one whose pretty face has well nigh wrecked the lives of these two good men. The comparisou redounds to the advantage of Robert’s sister. Having given her all the instructions that I deem necessary, | shake Robert’s hand and tell him I will | speak to the doctor as I pass out; that he is a sort of protege of mine and will doanything to favor me, so that in a few minutes they will be allowed to square their account and leave. This I do, and the doctor readily acquiesces. In five minutes or so Robert will once more be breathing the pure air of heaven, or at least what they call such in smoky Chicago. Outside, just as I expect and hope, I discover the Englishman. There is only time to speak a few words with him, and then I make myself scarce, though hovering near. Presently, voices are heard beyond the door, and Trevellion mounts the steps, meeting Robert and his sister coming out. He plays his part well, srcnaeys surprise, and exclaiming: “Bless my soul, Hammond, can it be possible!” As for Robert he is delighted. | He seizes the other’s hand and wrings it with great vigor. Then he presents Therese. I can see the Englishman glance at her curiously, and some- how the thought flashes into my brain that he must surely be attracted by her sweet, gentle face and womanly ways. They chat a few moments and then start down the street together. Therese has changed her attire - to a certain extent—she is dressed in black, but no | eves passes as a nun, cor