" But he
felt morally certain that no one did, and letting himself out of his
study, and again locking the door after him, he went into the street,
and saw at a glance that the Colonel was employed in whirling Mrs
Weston round the Green. Instead of joining them he hurried to the
Colonel's house and, for there was no time for half-measures, fixed
Atkinson with his eye, and said he would like to write a note to
Colonel Boucher. He was shown into his sitting-room, and saw the "Daily
Mirror" lying open on the table. As soon as he was left alone, he
stuffed it into his pocket, told Atkinson he would speak to the Colonel
instead, and intercepted the path of the bath-chair. He was nearly run
over, but stood his ground, and in a perfectly firm voice asked the
Colonel if there was any news in the morning papers. With the Colonel's
decided negative ringing joyfully in his ears, he went home again, and
locked himself for the second time into his study.
There is a luxury, when some fell danger has been averted by promptness
and presence of mind, in living through the moments of that danger
again, and Robert opened "Todd's News," for that gave the fuller
account, and read over the paragraph in the police news headed "Bogus
Russian Princess." But now he gloated over the lines which had made him
shudder before when he read how Marie Lowenstein, of 15, Gerald Street,
Charing Cross Road, calling herself Princess Popoffski, had been
brought up at the Bow Street Police Court for fraudulently professing
to tell fortunes and produce materialised spirits at a seance in her
flat.
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