Denis Hotel. If Gerridge's eye was
on him as well as on the special object of his surveillance, he must have
smiled, more than once, at the restless flittings of his client about the
forbidden spot. In the evening it was the same, but the next morning he
remained steadfastly at his hotel. He had laid out his future course in
these words: "I will extend the time to three days; then if I do not hear
from her I will get that wry-necked fellow by the throat and twist an
explanation from him." But the three days passed and he found the
situation unchanged. Then he set as his limit the end of the week, but
before the full time had elapsed he was advised by Gerridge that he
himself was being followed in his turn by a couple of private detectives;
and while still under the agitation of this discovery was further
disconcerted by having the following communication thrust into his hand
in the open street by a young woman who succeeded in losing herself in
the crowd before he had got so much as a good look at her.
You can judge of his amazement as he read the few lines it contained.
Read the papers to-night and forget the stranger at the St. Denis.
That was all. But the writing was hers. The hours passed slowly till the
papers were cried in the street. What Mr. Ransom read in them increased
his astonishment, I might say his anxiety.
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