The innkeeper had directions to telegraph to me if there was a change for the worse.' 'My pocket-book saved me,' remarked Hubert, touching his side.
Mr.Wyvern drew in his lips.
'Came between that ready-stamped letter and Wanley Manor,' was his comment.
There was a brief silence.
'You allow me a question ?' the vicar resumed.

'It is with reference to the French lady.' 'I think you have every right to question me.' 'Oh no! It does not concern the events prior to your--accident.' Mr.
Wyvern savoured the word.

'How long did she remain in attendance upon you ?' 'A short time--two day--I did not need--' Mr.Wyvern motioned with his hand, kindly.
'Then I was not mistaken,' he said, averting his eyes for the first time, 'in thinking that I saw her in Paris.' 'In Paris ?' Hubert repeated, with a poor affectation of indifference.
'I made a short stay before crossing.

I had business at a bank one day; as I stood before the counter a gentleman entered and took a place beside me.

A second look assured me that he was the man who met me at the edge of the wood that morning.