'
'If you had lived in the country, sir, instead of living in London,'
Mrs. Ferrari replied, 'you would sometimes have seen even a sheep
turn on a dog. I am far from saying that I am a bold woman--
quite the reverse. But when I stand in that wretch's presence, and think
of my murdered husband, the one of us two who is likely to be frightened
is not me. I am going there now, sir. You shall hear how it ends.
I wish you good-morning.'
With those brave words the courier's wife gathered her mantle about her,
and walked out of the room.
Mr. Troy smiled--not satirically, but compassionately.
'The little simpleton!' he thought to himself. 'If half of what
they say of Lady Montbarry is true, Mrs. Ferrari and her trap
have but a poor prospect before them. I wonder how it will end?'
All Mr. Troy's experience failed to forewarn him of how it did end.
CHAPTER X
In the mean time, Mrs. Ferrari held to her resolution.
She went straight from Mr. Troy's office to Newbury's Hotel.
Lady Montbarry was at home, and alone. But the authorities
of the hotel hesitated to disturb her when they found that the
visitor declined to mention her name.
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