In Sight of St. Paul's — page 171: what you’re looking at

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166 AILEEN FALLS INTO THE TRAP. here a moment. I must speak to my uncle before I leave. Where shall I tell him I’m going ?”’ “To my house at Highgate. I’ve a cab at the door. You'll be back in no time.’’ Aileen looked at him, her lips trembling and her beautiful eyes full of wistful appeal. “‘Mr. Treacher, can I trust you ?’’ Fot a brief space, just a little touched by her help- lessness, the lawyer’s conscience smote him; yet not strongly nor for long. “Ves, you can, Miss Millar,’’ he said, at last, re- garding her with unwavering steadiness. And with this assertion Aileen was forced to be content. She moved away and vanished into the back room. Treacher chuckled inaudibly to himself. The plan had worked admirably. It was really an excellent idea of Gridston’s. Once safe in the villa at Highgate, it would not be ~ a difficult matter to intimidate this frail girl, and, under promise of clearing young Chichester, to in- duce her to sign a document which would amply repay Treacher for his trouble. To be sure, Gridston _ had further designs, but whether these were success- ful or not mattered but little to the lawyer, so long as his own pockets were well lined. When Aileen returned sht was dressed in hat and comiebe Oks.co m