But it might be--and it appeared to be more than probable--that
she was an accessory after the fact. But this they could learn
from the confession, and they sat in Hope's quiet little
sitting-room, in which the fire had been just lighted by the
artist's landlady, with the scattered sheets neatly ranged before
them.
"Perhaps you would like a cup of coffee, or a whisky and soda,"
suggested Archie, "before starting to read?"
"I should," assented Random, who looked weary and pale. "The
events of the night have somewhat knocked me up. Coffee for
choice--nice, black, strong, hot coffee."
Hope nodded and went to order the same. When he returned he sat
down, after closing the door carefully, and proceeded to read.
But before he could speak Random raised his hand.
"Let us chat until the coffee comes in," he said; "then we shall
not be interrupted when reading."
"All right," said Hope. "Have a cigar!"
"No, thanks. I have been smoking all the night. I shall sit
here by the fire and wait for the coffee. You look chippy
yourself."
"And small wonder," said Archie wearily. "We little thought when
we left the Fort last night what a time we were going to have.
Fancy Mrs. Jasher having sent you the emerald after all!"
"Yes.
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