It was a night well-fitted to their enterprise, calm, still, and profoundly dark. “I can talk to you and you to me without a scrap of effort,” said Capes; “that’s the essence of it. I am quite indiscriminate, I assure you. Get out your pad and pencil. “If you say so, my pet. You remember that you saw us at the Savoy a few evenings ago?” “Yes. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage.
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