In Sight of St. Paul's — page 130: what you’re looking at

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e THE PANTHER AT BAY. 125 As he spoke, he drew her away, through the little door which led to the private exit. Leaving her standing in the entry, he rushed back for her wrap, for the night was chilly, and then hailed a cab, which fortunately, or rather perhaps unfortu- nately for him, as it turned out, was standing in front of the door, and ordered the driver to go to Highgate Hill as if the devil was behind him. The cabman whipped up his horse, after another man, who had been hiding in the shadow, had jumped up beside him, and, as he drove away, he thought to himself, with a smile of triumph: “As if the devil was behind me! No! The devil is. in front of me, and I’m driving him home!’’ In order not to keep-the reader in useless suspense, perhaps it is just as well to say here that the cabman was ‘I‘om Chichester, who, believing that the people he was waiting for would, sooner or later, emerge from that private door, had made a bargain with Jim Palfrey. It was easy enough for him to fling the g1- gantic cabman’s overcoat over his own, and thus dis- euised to await the passengers who finally appeared, as he had felt confident they would. | His one object was to discover the Panther’s ad- dress, knowing that there he would sooner or later find his brother. When they were safely in the drawing-room of the villa, Gridston looked at Cynthia, as she lay back ex- of Gomicbooks (E(0) m