A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 176: what you’re looking at

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168 A SERVANT OF SATAN.’ eyes. It is for their sake alone that I consent to lower my- self to answer your ridiculous insinuations.” During this conversation they had walked on, and had passed Frederick’s hotel without noticing it. They were now very near Colonel Clery’s rooms, in St. James. ‘Have you got any—any papers about you which could convince me of my mistake and prove your identity?” in- — quired Clery, somewhat hesitatingly. ‘“Well, I have my passport, which is attached to my BE ckeek book, and some cards and letters besides, if that will suffice,” replied Frederick with a sneer; ‘‘ but I do not sup- pose that you wish me to sit down here on the curbstone in the rain and let you examine them by the light of the street lamps.” | | ‘‘Certainly not. Come up to my room—that is, if you don’t object. It will be best for both of us to have this matter settled once and for all.” ‘All right; show the way. But I must acknowledge that you English are an infernally queer lot, and well de- serve to be called ‘ originals.’ ” Colonel Clery, taking a latch-key from his pocket, opened the house door and preceded Frederick up a broad flight of steps.. Opening another door on the first floor he ushered him into a large but cozy-looking sitting-room. .The heavy Turkish curtains were drawn before the windows, and a reading lamp, shaded by a crimson silk screen,. was burning on a low side table, leaving part of the room in semi-dark- ness. Here and there on the tapestried walls were trophies of remarkably fine Damascened Indian swords and inlaid matchlocks. A few good water-colors hung over the sofa, and on the chimney was a large photograph of Lady Alice, in a splendid enameled frame, standing between two old Satsuma vases filled with cut flowers. Colonel Clery mechanically motioned Frederick to the sofa, but the latter, taking from his pocket a small porte- comicbooks a co