"Here!" shrieked Lady Trafford. Go back at once, please. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. Then the hotel manager struck his palms together sharply, and two Chinese "boys" came pattering in from the dining room. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. It was approached from the street by a flight of broad stone steps, leading to a ponderous door, plated with iron, and secured on the inner side by huge bolts, and a lock, with wards of a prodigious size. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke of rank. The terror faded from her eyes. If you do not help me to read the riddle of yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. "Let me see him. It was an odd room, used principally for the reception of guests and visiting dignitaries, packed from end to end with ill-assorted sofas and padded chairs. ‘You were right, miss.
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