Written by Arthur W. Marchmont 481s1b
Arthur W. Marchmont 5f3u2t
The hot noontide sun was pouring down into the market place of Morvaix and in the shadow cast by the great Cross of St. Jean in the centre, a handsome but very soberly dressed cavalier was sheltering from the fierce July heat and closely observing the townspeople as they clustered here and there to engage in eager animated discussion. Every now and.. 3f5c4s
Arthur W. Marchmont 5f3u2t
By the time we reached my rooms I had worked some of his suspicions loose; and when I laid before him letters from my sister and friends at home, and showed him such things as my cheque book, letter of credit, and so on, he was sufficiently satisfied to have a bottle of wine with me.Over this his tongue was loosened and we discussed the conspiracy,..