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Mrs. Sinclair came from the glittering saloon in full panoply of evening dress, looking as if she had no trouble in the world. She smiled quite pleasantly at Blake, who was waiting in the vestibule to see her. There was a restless anxiety about the man that boded no good for Stott. Mrs. Sinclair was a good judge of her fellow-creatures, and for the first time she felt quite sure that Blake was not going to play her false. The keen hungry look in his eyes was eloquent of a determination to gain the promised reward.
"I see you have news for me," Mrs. Sinclair said.