‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect
light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy
drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance,
but with a very shrewd aspect. As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do
with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes
when they met, as he was tonight. It was as much accident as anything, but she had
killed him. ’
Her face fell. Several of the assailants carried links, so that the room was a blaze of
light. “I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the
boy who wore his hair like Russell. Dollis Hill revisited
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