The Mission of Poubalov — page 220: what you’re looking at

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216 BEHIND CLOSED DOORS. CHAPTER XXVII. BEHIND CLOSED DOORS. ‘About this hour, one week ago to-day,’’ thought Cla: as she took her place again in the coupé, “I should hay been getting into a carriage at the church door, with Ive as his wife! What an eternity seems to have passed sin then! Will the search and the waiting neverend?” There were no tears now, no disposition to give way. The dull ache at her heart was there, and it seemed as i it would stay forever, but all emotion now was held | check by her determination not to let the day pass out a decisive investigation of this latest clew that ha so far led to so much racing about, and thus far, too, ' the utter defeat of her every plan. g ‘‘Where to, miss?”’ asked Mike who had been standin, at the coupé door. Clara had forgotten him for the moment, fo: even where she was. » Aroused to the work in hand, she debated for about one second whether to appeal to a lawyer to get a 1 warrant for her. i She dismissed the suggestion as likely to involve : or much delay. She had never had any experience in la suits, but she had that general conviction due to accepted phrase ‘‘the law’s delay,” that no one should resort to the courts unless there were ample time and tc spare. | ‘‘We will go first to my uncle’a house,’’ she said, “‘ would like to have you take such a route that you ¥ pass the house where we saw Poubalov and Patterson f forenoon,”’ Eomicboo as