” “It certainly was,” she admitted. "Oh God!" exclaimed Jack, in a tone of the bitterest anguish. Her heart in her mouth, she heard his foot scrape on the floorboard and knew from his expression that Gosse had heard it too. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. ‘Me, I am Mademoiselle Charvill, the granddaughter of Monsieur Jar-vis Re-men-ham. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. ” “Are you a detective or a doctor?” she asked calmly. CHAPTER XVII.
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