In Sight of St. Paul's — page 175: what you’re looking at

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170 THE LAST LINK. soothing, but which exasperated Becky, knowing what she did. ‘‘Don’t think Iask out of any idle curiosity. No, on the contrary.’’ Becky was quite ready to snap out at him, and even to close the door in his face, but just at that moment the door of the front drawing-room opened, and a thin, white-faced old man appeared upon the threshold. He was clothed in a loose-fitting dressing- © gown, and looked as if he were just recovering from a serious illness, which indeed was the truth. ‘“Where is Aileen?’ he asked, in a querulous voice. The gentleman at the door gave him one look. ‘“That is the very man I want,’’ he thought to himself. ‘‘If I can get three minutes with him, my case will be complete.’’ ‘‘Miss Aileen has gone out with Mr. Treacher, sir,’’ answered Becky, turning with a look of con- cern toward Mr. Chichester. Treacher! So the keen-faced man had not been mistaken. It was that lawyer renowned for his ques- tionable methods whom he had seen in the cab. “He almost regretted now that he had not obeyed his first impulse and followed him. Who could tell what deviltry was on foot there? | Mr. Clarkson, police inspector of Scotland Yard, was, 1n spite of his calling, which is apt to make one callous, a man of large sympathies, Perhaps for that Eomicbooks (E(0)