began to matter once more. It was as though the machinery of my soul, long stopped, had suddenly been set in motion; it was as though I was born again.
How long we seemed to wait I need not say. It cannot have been many moments in reality, for Santos was blowing his rings of smoke in the direction of the door, and the first that I noticed were but dissolving when it opened - and the best was true! One instant I saw her very clearly, in the light of a candle which she carried in its silver stick;
out for it. “Don’t you think, Mr. Cole, that it’s our duty to hand this over to the police? I - I’ve heard of other cases about these Inns of Court. There’s evidently a gang of them, and this knife might convict the lot; there’s no saying; anyway I think the police should have it. If you like I’ll take