In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. “Holcroft,” he remarked, “in bald language, and with the usual limitations of his clouded intellect, has still given some slight expression to the consternation which I believe I may say is general amongst us. ‘Do not look at me so,’ he snapped. So here is your chance, Mademoiselle Charvill. But he had shown no desire for information, no curiosity. Startled by this circumstance, he looked around, and perceived that the trap-door,—which has been mentioned as communicating with a secret staircase,—was open. He found the horse where Thames told him he would find him, mounted, and rode off across the fields in the direction of town.
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