CHAPTER X.BEING OF LONG RIDES, MAIDS, KISSES AND MESSAGES.
Fitzgerald was first into bed that night.
"I want to finish this cigar, Jack," said Maurice, who wished to be alone with his thoughts.

He sat in the chair by the window and lifted his feet to the sill.

The night wind was warm and odorous.

He had found a clue, but through what labyrinth would it lead him?
A strange adventure, indeed; so strange that he was of half a mind that he dreamed.

Prisoners....