"Where is he, then?" demanded the other, hastily. “Oh, damn!” he said. Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. ’ A trifle discomposed at being caught examining his surroundings, Gerald was provoked into retort. I don’t know. She turned out the electric light and gained the hall. Fas du tout. This gloom was impossible. . Startled by this circumstance, he looked around, and perceived that the trap-door,—which has been mentioned as communicating with a secret staircase,—was open. Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. The stairs creaked as Mark rushed down them. On returning to the audience-chamber, Jonathan found the inanimate body of Thames Darrell lying where he had left it; but, on examining it, he remarked that the pockets were turned inside out, and had evidently been rifled. His glasses were gone. The soi-disant Valade escapes and takes my proof, which I have broken on his head.
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