It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. ’ ‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging out his own large pocket-handkerchief. The race began once more; but this time Ruth knew that there would be no escape. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back.
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