There, hanging among Ann Veronica’s more normal clothing, was a skimpy dress of red canvas, trimmed with cheap and tawdry braid, and short—it could hardly reach below the knee. She traced him by his scent. ” “Are you a detective or a doctor?” she asked calmly. Why? If she had put the query to herself, she could not have answered it. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. Courtlaw’s—I should like to oblige Mr. ” “That brings us back,” said Ann Veronica, “to the mystery. Unwillingly he drew a little nearer, and became one of the group of loiterers about the entrance. "I will, when I catch him, rely on it," rejoined Wild. Small wonder she had learned to be self-reliant.
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