. ToC The ward into which Jack was endeavouring to break was called the Red Room, from the circumstance of its walls having once been painted in that colour; all traces of which had, however, long since disappeared. And to think that man got it all out of the poorest little love-story for a respectable titled lady! Have you read of it?” “Never. He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. Glancing around his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect an escape from it. He drew a little breath and stepped back. That is, if Spurlock had been throwing money about, which was more than likely. ” She peered at him through the semi-blackness. Double-crossing wouldn't do any good. " And, once more enveloping himself in darkness, he pursued his course. The transverse spars before mentioned were as slippery as ice; and the hollows between them were filled ankle-deep with water. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket.
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