She bent down. Then he was surrounded by black-clad nuns, and Melusine felt an unknown hand grab away her own sword. \" She opened her eyes widely, as to better appear unworldly and unscathed. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. They will be safe. ’ She gave him a straight look. It must be the dawn creeping in. On the envelope was written— Sydney Courtlaw, Esq. F. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. And―and he wanted to help you. A glance sufficed to show the young man how matters stood. He feared to antagonize that distinguished person. “That’s what we narcs have to do. ’ ‘Certainly he is not a friend,’ Melusine agreed, ‘but he has gone, after all.
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