The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 132: what you’re looking at

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THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. 123 CHAPTER XVI, THE SPELL: BROKEN, Finally Robert remarks: “Did I understand you to say this is a picture of your wife, Arthur?” “You did.” “There is no mistake—you have not given me the wrong photograph?” holding it up. “That is my wife’s picture.” “Her name?” “Ts Ann Reilly—but to me she was Gwendoline, to others Avis, Evangeline or one e of a dozen names she carried in stock.” “ And you married her?” “Yes, the more fool I.” “And she tried to poison you after getting you to make your will?” “Every word of it is true.” Robert lapses into silence for a minute or so, and none of the rest speak. We realize what a whirl- wind of emotions must be raging in his breast, and it is better that he fight the battle alone—the victory will then be more enduring. At length he again looks up. “ Arthur!” “What is it, Robert?” “Do you know whether she—your wife—the ade \ venturess—came over—to America?” “Tam sure of it, A detective belonging to Scot-. Eomicboo cS rato) To ax yi 2 ~ . :