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I offer you the opportunity. If you refuse it " And he shrugged his shoulders meaningly, without concluding his sentence. Rayne was silent for a few seconds. Then he said in quite a changed and genial tone: "I am much mystified at your visit, Signor Gori, for I certainly have no knowledge of you. But the hour is late.

See that the phaeton and sleighs be in good order, and, in fact, I think you will each do your duties well, without my enumerating them. You know I have full confidence in both of you, and I think you will not abuse of it." The two devoted attendants answered sincerely, each with a suspicion of moisture in their eyes that answered Mr. Rayne more than anything else. On the following afternoon Mr.

Then he said a word or two in a diabolical language to his groom, who ran to the carriage which I had been watching and repeated it to the lady: she bowed and smiled to Mr. Rayne, and soon drew up her ponies beside us. "My wife," said Mr. Rayne with laughter in his eyes. Mrs.

The gas was lit, the curtains drawn, and the familiar and just now welcome sound of dishes was coming from the dining-room across the hall. Mr. Rayne was expected every minute, and Mrs. d'Alberg and Honor were loitering the moments of waiting around the drawing-room. Do you care at all to go to the Bellemare's?"

"That is certainly true," said Mr, Rayne, "the punishment, in my eyes, should equal the crime, and the crime, I think, is unpardonable but come now, we've talked enough about these awful things; I want my turn you see Honor, this is the fifth of December." "Yes." "And Christmas will be in three weeks more." "I guess I know that," Honor said meaningly.

I wrote at once, and received some days later a reply signed "per pro Rudolph Rayne," asking me to call to see the advertiser, who said he would be awaiting me at a certain small hôtel-de-luxe in the West End at three o'clock on the following afternoon.

She was eyeing them closely as she laid them down beside him, exclaiming half audibly as she did so "Well now thin: that I may niver die iv it isn't jest the quarest thing in life!" "What is that, Potts?" Henry Rayne asked good naturedly.

She had whiled away so many afternoons in this little boudoir, or family sitting room, that she could tell by the progress of the sun on the broad sill when to expect Mr. Rayne home from his office.

Both of us decided to pose as runaway lovers and leave the country, which we did, I having succeeded in obtaining two berths upon a Wilson steamer crossing to Bergen. It was not until a week later that we read in the English newspapers the sensation caused by the arrest of Mr. Rudolph Rayne of Overstow Hall, Yorkshire, upon an extradition warrant applied for by the Danish Government.

I mentally asked myself. And what an odd idea to send me to Paris by that long roundabout sea route! What could be the reason? "I am not deceiving you, Miss Rayne," I said. She only smiled and turned abruptly away. Then, for the first time, I found myself wondering what could be these precious documents Rayne had told me the suit-case contained? That the suit-case was locked, I knew!