Sleeping, I suppose, is
out of the question."
"Of course it is! I shall never sleep again till I find her!"
They passed out, and Sir Norman this time took the precaution of
turning the key, thereby fulfilling the adage of locking the
stable-door when the steed was stolen. The night had grown
darker and hotter; and as they walked along, the clock of St.
Paul's tolled nine.
"And now, where shall we go?" inquired Sir Norman, as they
rapidly hurried on.
"I should recommend visiting the house we found her first; if not
there, then we can try the pest-house."
Sir Norman shuddered.
"Heaven forefend she should be there! It is the most mysterious
thing ever I heard of!"
"What do you think now of La Masque's prediction - dare you doubt
still?"
"Ormiston, I don't know what to think. It is the same face I
saw, and yet - "
"Well - and yet - "
"I can't tell you - I am fairly bewildered. If we don't find the
lady st her own house, I have half a mind to apply to your
friend, La Masque, again."
"The wisest thing you could do, my dear fellow. If any one knows
your unfortunate beloved's whereabouts, it is La Masque, depend
upon it.
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