They met beneath the light of a street lamp, and from where I stood, hidden in a doorway, I was sufficiently close to get a view of her countenance.
I held my breath.
It was that of the woman who had stood in the dock of the Old Bailey and been convicted of fraud—the woman who now lived in such style at Ridgehill Manor, and who was known in Bath as Mrs Olliffe.
For a moment they stood there in the night, their hands clasped, neither uttering a single word.
And yet Shaw had only an hour before declared her to be his most bitter and dangerous enemy!
Chapter Nineteen.
Falling Shadows.
I watched Shaw strolling slowly with, the woman through the ill-lit back streets of Lyons, speaking rapidly with her. She, however, appeared to listen in silent obstinacy.