“Yes,” he responded. “They’ve been utilised with entire success in two or three cases this week, not only in London, but in the provinces also. They are unfailing, and will track the guilty one with an accuracy that’s absolutely astounding.”
Eva and Mary exchanged quick glances across the table, while Mrs Blain sipped her wine and stirred uneasily in her chair.
I noticed that the colour had died out from the faces of all three, and that in their blanched countenances was a look of mingled fear and suspicion.
My friend had led that conversation with remarkable tact to quite an unlooked-for result.
He lifted his eyes to mine for an instant and read my thoughts. My mind became filled with a presentiment of future ill.
Chapter Twelve.
The Deformed Man’s Statement.
Youth is as short as joy, and happiness vanishes like all else. In the mad hurry of life, however, we heed not such things. We live only for to-day.