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The more sensational papers were inclined to be nasty in the matter of the mysterious spy case. They had been unjustly deprived of a very promising sensation. They had concluded that the romance would be worth at least a few columns a day, and behold! The whole thing had fizzled and not a single photograph of the beautiful and talented spy had appeared. True, one enterprising sheet published what professed to be a portrait of the lady, but nobody had been deceived by that stale device.
The shortness of the proceedings and their almost dramatic swiftness had left Ida puzzled and bewildered. The ordeal had ended almost before it was begun, and she hardly realised that she was free until the solicitor whom somebody had instructed to appear for her reminded her of the fact.