Part 47 (1/2)
”Tords only,” Hill repeated
They all left the room Anna leaned over so that he needed only to whisper
”Tell your sister she was right to shoot, quite right I meant e was genuine I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me”
”I will tell her,” Anna pro to be afraid of,” he continued ”I have signed a statement that I shot myself; bad trade and drink, both true--both true”
His eyes were closed Anna left the rooether
_Chapter xxx_
SIR JOHN'S NECKTIE
Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little roo letters The room orse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the , of chi Nevertheless, Sir John had the look of a er, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish He stamped his last letter as Annabel entered
She was dressed for the street very much as her own maid was accustomed to dress, and there was a thick veil attached to her hat
”John,” she declared, ”I o to that corner cafe”
”Right,” he answered ”I know the place youfor such an out-of-the-way show I'll be ready in a moment”
Sir John staave his lass
”I really do not believe,” he announced with satisfaction, ”that any one would recognize me What do you think, Annabel?”
”I don't think they would,” she admitted ”You seem to have cultivated quite a jaunty appearance, and you certainly look years younger One would think that you enjoyed crawling away out of your world into hiding, with a very foolish wicked wife”
”Uponit
It is like a second honeymoon If it wasn't for the fear that after all--but on't think of that I don't believe any one could have traced us here You see, we travelled second class, and we are in the least known quarter of Paris To-night we leave for Marseilles On Thursday we embark for South America”
”You are a marvellous courier,” she declared, as they passed into the street ”You see, I will take your arm It looks so French to be affectionate”
”There are some French customs,” he declared, ”which are admirable I presume that I may not kiss you in the street?”
”Certainly not, sir,” she replied, laughing ”If you atte it would be in order that I should smack you hard with the palm of my hand upon the cheek”
”That is another French custoreeable Here we are Shall we sit outside and drink a _petit verre_ of so prepared?”
”Certainly not,” she answered ”I ain on the _petit pains_ I have an appetite which I dare not increase”
They entered the place, a pleasant little cafe of the sort to beparts of Paris Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of theedup, followed by a waiter