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She saw him in some dingy cellar, ill unto death, neglected, helpless, and heartbroken; she saw him drugged into insanity, a possibility hinted at by the artful writer of the anonymous letter, and which I had, more than once, considered as both possible and probable, and she implored Miss Jenrys to help her and save her lover. 'June, my life, my very life is in your hands! I cannot wait for Mr.
There were no letters for us that morning, and I left the place soon, certain that the machinery of the bureau was quite equal to the task of looking after the anonymous letter, which, after all, did not occupy a large place in my mind. Since my talk with my mysterious guard, I had made next day another effort to see Miss Jenrys.
Of course I was summoned to meet her when she came, and I learned then something about 'ordeal by question. She was a pretty, brown-eyed, gipsy-like, and petite maiden, more child than woman in her ways, but with a warm, loving, and faithful heart, and a wit as bright and ready almost as that of June Jenrys, who was, to my mind, the cleverest as well as the queenliest of girls.
It was long before the lotion did its work and I fell asleep, and then I dreamed that Monsieur Voisin had carried off June Jenrys, and had shut her into an old building in care of the brunette, who locked her in a room at the top of the house and then set it on fire below.
'I had only thought of the brunette as having seen the bag fall, and hoping for a find, I said doubtfully. 'Then how did you account for her being at the entrance gate two days after? queried Dave scornfully. 'Supposing it to have been an accidental meeting, I fancied she might have thought of telling Miss Jenrys what she knew of her loss, hoping for a reward, perhaps.
'Strange, they muttered feebly, 'cruel mistaken heartless! His hand dropped heavily, and, quick as thought, Miss Jenrys lifted her head and drew back, her face one rosy glow from temples to chin; and now the sweet Quakeress interposed with womanly tact: 'He does not know thee, dear; and perhaps our presence may disturb him, in this weakened state. She bent over the sick man for a moment, scanned the pale, handsome features closely, gently put back a stray lock of hair that had escaped from beneath the bandage and lay across the white full temple.
You won't refuse, I know; and, June, telegraph me the moment it is done, etc. When I had put the letter down, after reading the copied portion twice, Miss Jenrys asked breathlessly: 'What must be done? I put into her hand Mr. Trent's letter, received the previous night, and when she had read it, she looked troubled. 'He seems to doubt this letter? 'And so do I. 'But why? how?
In the midst of our talk Miss Jenrys broke in with a low, quick exclamation, which caused us to cease and turn toward her. 'Mr. Masters, she said, in a low tone, 'our friend the brunette is looking over from the gallery windows of the Dakota Building see! the one next the corner, toward the bridge.
We exchanged greetings at the entrance, and I had walked some distance before it occurred to me to wonder how it came about that Monsieur Voisin, whom I had last seen at the bootblack's stand, two blocks north and east, happened to be approaching Miss Jenrys' residence from the south.
Again he nodded; this time quite soberly. 'I am going to enlighten you, in a measure, and I am obliged, in order to do so, to take you into my confidence, to some extent, and I must begin with the adventure of the bag Miss Jenrys' bag, you know. Now I was approaching a delicate topic, and I knew it very well.
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