Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. Meantime, every preparation had been made outside for his departure. I never hunt the human tiger without being armed. . That is why you came here, isn’t it?’ ‘Alors, now we know who is the spy, Monsieur Gérard. In this spy theory, however, he had no faith whatsoever. Where is Father Spencer? I must have absolution. The afternoon had passed now into twilight. Well one night, some of us saw him, or thought we saw him, at a café dining with ‘Alcide,’—as a matter of fact, it seems that it was her sister.
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