He was holding the ring to the light, and narrowly examining the
inscription. ‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. "
"You were right not to mention it to him," rejoined Winifred, "for he is in such a
state of distress at the mysterious disappearance of Mrs. "
"I know you'll contradict it, Sir," said the widow, looking at Wood as if she
dreaded to have her fears confirmed,—"I know you will. He wanted to know what the
joke against him was—if any. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the
grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s
walls. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. "
"A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face
as sly as a fox's?"
"Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's
not amiss. “Yes, I remember you now.
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