THE LADY FROM MAURITIUS
mention this to any one … not responsible for consequences …" The signature, "Owen Scarlett," was a capital forgery.
"Where is he?" asked the young man.
"Who, please?" inquired Mrs. Holborow, with the same cold, weary patience.
"The cat," he explained. The word stung her into animation.
"That!" she exclaimed. "Really, that, Mr. Scarlett, was a length to which I could not go. No cat, or other dumb animal, could be necessary for any discussion whatsoever. It was folly enough to come here at all."
"You left him behind?" cried Scarlett in cautiously. "Good! Good!" With joy, he pictured Borkman raging; but on the heels of that thought followed another which startled him. Borkman would not give up so easily—and Chao Phya was now with Laura.
"We must get out of here." He spoke with
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