" "The Black Lion!" echoed Terence. My nerves were in rags. Trodger laid down their muskets and turned on them. “There is some mystery about you both,” he exclaimed, with sudden earnestness. ’ Departed? ‘Tchah! I suppose the vicomte threw him out?’ Watching the fellow’s face, Everett felt his suspicion growing. "Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill.
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