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A restless night, broken by troubled dreams, brought Rufus Myrthe to a sense of warm daylight, of clamouring bells set going by clerical insistence on the duty of eight o'clock services. He opened his eyes drowsily. Then sprang up alert and wide-awake. "It's Sunday, by all that's holy! I am to see Molly to-day."
The first gladness of that thought passed away as his toilet progressed. The memory of that scrap of paper, hidden now in his despatch box, returned from the region of undesirable memories to which it had been relegated. With it there came also the recollection of his sojourn at the "Headless Woman," and the semi-tragic incidents following closely upon his visit.