Victorian Short Stories of Troubled Marriages by Unknown
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'Have you nothing to tell me?'
'I have told you everything.' 'Think once more, Lady Brackenstall. Would it not be better to be frank?' For an instant there was hesitation in her beautiful face. Then some new strong thought caused it to set like a mask. 'I have told you all I know.' Holmes took his hat and shrugged his shoulders. 'I am sorry,' he said, and without another word we left the room and the house. There was a pond in the park, and to this my friend led the way. It was frozen over, but a single hole was left for the convenience of a solitary swan. Holmes gazed at it, and then passed on to the lodge gate. There he scribbled a short note for Stanley Hopkins, and left it with the lodge-keeper. 'It may be a hit, or it may be a miss, but we are bound to do something for friend Hopkins, just to justify this second visit,' said he. 'I will not quite take him into my confidence yet. I think our next scene of operations must be the shipping office of the Adelaide-Southampton line, which stands at the end of Pall Mall, if I remember right. There is a second line of steamers which connect South Australia with England, but we will draw the larger cover first.' Holmes's card sent in to the manager ensured instant attention, and he was not long in acquiring all the information he needed. In June of '95, |
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