Henry Wood. The Story of Charles Strange. Vol. 2 (of 3)
CHAPTER I. SUSPICION
CHAPTER II. NOT LIFTED
CHAPTER III. ONE NIGHT IN ESSEX STREET
CHAPTER IV. LEAH'S STORY
CHAPTER V. LADY CLAVERING
CHAPTER VI. THE MISSING WILL
CHAPTER VII. ANNABEL
CHAPTER VIII. PERRY'S REVELATION
CHAPTER IX. SOMEONE ELSE SEEN
CHAPTER X. PROWLING ABOUT
CHAPTER XI. MRS. BRIGHTMAN
CHAPTER XII. MY LORD AND MY LADY
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My Lady Level sat at the open window of her husband's sitting-room, in the dark, her hot face lifted to the cool night air. Only a moment ago Lord Level had been calling out in his delirium, and Mrs. Edwards was putting cool appliances to his head, and damp, hot bricks to his feet. And Blanche knew that it was she who, by her indiscreet remarks and questioning, had brought on the crisis. She had not meant to harm or excite him; but she had done it; and she was very contrite.
It was now between ten and eleven o'clock. She did not intend to go to bed that night; and she had already slipped off her evening dress, and put on a morning one of soft gray cashmere. With his lordship in a fresh attack of fever, and the police about, the household did not think of going to rest.
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"No, sir, I will not."
"But we must have it opened," interposed Arnold Ravensworth. "The fact is, we have some reason to fear the midnight assassin may yet be hiding himself on the premises. He does not appear to be in the house, so he may be in the East Wing—and we mean to search it."
