"The poor young man!" she said. The fact is I was so glad to see you again that it never occurred to me that a little discretion might be advisable. “I don’t know, John. Anna sat with the face of a Sphinx— waiting. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. He would pursue that little pastime on some other occasion. ‘Is there a resemblance?’ ‘This is Mary Remenham?’ ‘That is my late niece, yes. Perhaps it was just as well there was no inherited memory. Only a book detective could dope this out. "We may trust him," he added in a whisper; "he is a staunch friend of the good cause. "It is your son. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them.
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