Jasher on her
legs again, let us hear what she has to say."
"She can say nothing more than she has said," remonstrated
Random.
"I don't believe that," replied Hope, reaching for his overcoat.
"You may choose to believe that the letter was the outcome of
bluff. But I really and truly think that Mrs. Jasher is in the
know. What is more, I believe that Bolton got her those clothes,
and that she was the woman who talked to him--went there to see
how the little scheme was progressing."
"If I thought that," said Random coldly, "I would not help Mrs.
Jasher."
"Oh, yes, you would. The greater the sinner the more need she or
he has of help, you know, my dear fellow. But get your coat on,
and let us toddle. I don't suppose we need pistols."
Sir Frank laughed, as, aided by the artist, he struggled into his
military greatcoat.
"I don't suppose that Mrs. Jasher will be dangerous," he
remarked. "We'll get what we can out of her, and then arrange
what is best to be done to recoup her fallen fortunes. Then she
can go where she chooses, and we can,--as the French say--
return to our muttons."
"I think Donna Inez and Lucy would be annoyed to hear themselves
called muttons," laughed Archie, and the two men left the room.
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