Her Faithful Knight — page 221: what you’re looking at

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A Widower’s Letter. 217 It was Darcy Derrick. She knew him, although she never paused for an instant in her flight, and although his back was turned toward her. She did not need his cor- roborating cry of “Dorothy!” as he recognized her flying figure and hurried in pursuit. Her feet seemed to have wings. Ina very few seconds she had darted through the garden gate of her home and turned the key in the lock before the Hon. Darcy had been able to reach it. ‘Then, with a terrible fear at her heart, she entered the door of her home. The Hon. Darcy Derrick hung about the neighborhood of Lockhart Cottages until nearly twelve o’clock, but he caught no further glimpse of either sister that night. What he did see was a spare, shabbily-dressed, elderly woman, who, at a little after ten o’clock, let herself out of the house and the garden gate, which last she this time re- membered to lock after her. ! The house of a certain Dr. Wentworth, in Kelman street, was Cresswell’s goal, Dr. Wentworth having at- tended Phyllis on two occasions since the latter had quarreled with Dr. Morgan. Darcy waited until Cress- well had rung the doctor’s bell, and then crept up and loitered near the door. “Is Dr. Wentworth in?” Cresswell inquired, and hese before the servant could speak, she went on hurriedly: “Ask him to come at once without losing a minute. My mistress is dead, I’m afraid, but her sister won’t believe it. For nearly two hours we’ve been trying to bring her round.” “If you step inside Dr. Wentworth will see you,” the servant said, and the door closed upon them. In a few minutes Darcy, who still waited, saw Cress- well come out, accompanied by the doctor, a tall, slight, light-haired man in the early thirties. He seemed to be questioning. her closely, but Cresswell’s answers were Eomichooks (E(0)