3. "
"How so?" asked the other, distrustfully. The glance, which he
threw at the door, was singularly expressive of his character: it was a mixture of
alarm, effrontery, and resolution. In short, more preparations were made than if a state criminal was about
to be executed. About the Abbey
and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their
attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster,
hummed like an angry hive. She
stepped backwards. ‘It’s my belief she
is a nun. A ragged
gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of
whisker hung from his chin. Creeping along quickly on his hands and
knees, he found the entrance to a covered drain, into which he crept. ’
She sipped at the liquid in her glass, but her eyes remained fixed, rather
unnervingly, on Gerald.
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