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Updated: May 23, 2025
Courtlaw's voice sank to a whisper. A nurse was at the other end of the room. "There was an accident with a pistol in Miss Pellissier's room," he said. The light of memory flashed in the man's face. His brows drew a little nearer together. "Accident! She shot me," he muttered. "I had found her at last, and she shot me. Listen, you. Am I going to die?"
He pointed to where the lights still burned in Anna's windows. "What do you think of that farce?" he exclaimed bitterly. "You are one of those who must know all about it. Was there ever such madness?" "I am afraid that I don't understand," Ennison answered. "You seem to have come from Miss Pellissier's rooms. I had no idea even that she was a friend of yours." Courtlaw laughed hardly.
"I am afraid that you are in a dangerous state," Courtlaw answered gravely. "The nurse will fetch the doctor directly. I wanted to speak to you first." "Who are you?" "I am a friend of Miss Pellissier's," Courtlaw answered. "Which one?" "The Miss Pellissier in whose rooms you were, and who sings at the 'Unusual," Courtlaw answered. "The Miss Pellissier who was at White's with us."
"You are not yourself to-night, Courtlaw," Ennison said. "Come to my rooms and have a drink." Courtlaw refused brusquely, almost rudely. "I am off to-night," he said. "I am going to America. I have work there. I ought to have gone long ago. Will you answer me a question first?" "If I can," Ennison said. "What were you doing outside Miss Pellissier's flat to-night? You were looking at her windows.
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