C." Mr.Sabin leaned back in his carriage, and a frown of faint perplexity contracted his forehead.
"If I were a younger man," he murmured to himself, "I might believe that this woman was really in earnest, as well as being Saxe Leinitzer's jackal.

We were friendly enough in Paris that year.

She is unscrupulous enough, of course.

Always with some odd fancy for the grotesque or unlikely.

I wonder--" He pulled the check-string, and was driven to Camperdown House.