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through Swandam Lane on her way back to the station. Have you followed me so
far?"
"It is very clear."
"If you remember, Monday was an exceedingly hot day, and Mrs. St. Clair walked
slowly, glancing about in the hope of seeing a cab, as she did not like the
neighbourhood in which she found herself. While she was walking in this way down
Swandam Lane, she suddenly heard an ejaculation or cry, and was struck cold to see
her husband looking down at her and, as it seemed to her, beckoning to her from a
second-floor window. The window was open, and she distinctly saw his face, which
she describes as being terribly agitated. He waved his hands frantically to her, and
New Balance M1300BBthen vanished from the window so suddenly that it seemed to her that he had been
plucked back by some irresistible force from behind. One singular point which struck
her quick feminine eye was that although he wore some dark coat, such as he had
started to town in, he had on neither collar nor necktie.
"Convinced that something was amiss with him, she rushed down the steps --for the
house was none other than the opium den in which you found me to -night--and
running through the front room she attempted to ascend the stairs which led to the
first floor. At the foot of the stairs, however, she met this Lascar scoundrel of whom I
have spoken, who thrust her back and, aided by a Dane, who acts as assistant the re,
pushed her out into the street. Filled with the most maddening doubts and fears, she
rushed down the lane and, by rare good-fortune, met in Fresno Street a number of
constables with an inspector, all on their way to their beat. The inspector and two
men accompanied her back, and in spite of the continued resistance of the
proprietor, they made their way to the room in which Mr. St. Clair had last been
seen. There was no sign of him there. In fact, in the whole of that floor there was no
one to be found save a crippled wretch of hideous aspect, who, it seems, made his
home there. Both he and the Lascar stoutly swore that no one else had been in the
front room during the afternoon. So determined was their denial that the inspector
was staggered, and had almost come to believe that Mrs. St. Clair had been deluded
when, with a cry, she sprang at a small deal box which lay upon the table and tore
the lid from it. Out there fell a cascade of children's bricks. It was the toy which he
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