Chapter Twenty Four.
Love fights his Way into the beautiful Palace.
Reginald recollected little of what happened on that terrible night when he found himself suddenly face to face with his dead enemy.
He had a vague impression of calling the landlady and of seeing the body carried from the pestiferous room. But whether he helped to carry it himself or not he could not remember.
When he next was conscious of anything the sun was struggling through the rafters over his head, as he lay in the bed beside Love, who slept still, heavily but uneasily.
The other lodgers had all risen and left the place; and when with a shudder he glanced towards the corner where the sick man last night had died, that bed was empty too.
He rose silently, without disturbing his companion, and made his way unsteadily down the ladder in search of the woman.
She met him with a scowl. She had found two five-pound notes in the dead man’s pocket, and consequently wanted to hear no more about him.
“Took to the mortuary, of course,” said she, in answer to Reginald’s question. “Where else do you expect?”