“We have a small studio,” she murmured, “in the Rue de St. Marriage!—and no woman by to tell the child what it was! The shocks and disillusions she would have to meet unsuspectingly—and bitterly. I must go somewhere into hiding, a long, long way off. For so far she had kept it uncashed. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. The detective reckoned that his quarry would be up in ten days more.
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