He was draining a glass, and as he set it down he shuddered. An unwelcome idea came to him. Ennison. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. " "Do you mock me?" cried Jack, levelling a pistol at him. He was a young man of about two-and-twenty, who, without having anything remarkable either in dress or appearance, was yet a noticeable person, if only for the indescribable expression of cunning pervading his countenance. “Then we must try and make London endurable for you,” he remarked cheerfully. He was picked up from amongst the wreckage of a broken motor on the road to Versailles last night, and we have information that a lady was with him only a few minutes before the accident occurred.
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