Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again, maybe she wasn't. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. That’s why I wanted your weapons. "What is it?" "The night," she answered. ‘She would not tell me. “I think,” she said, “that I will tell you everything. He HAD followed her! What had he followed her for? He must have followed her all the way from beyond Grosvenor Square.
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