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He was breathing more freely. He began to see that the acute danger was past. But who was this woman? And why did she take such a violent interest in him? What was the secret of her extraordinary resemblance to Mary Grover? And how could she have known that he was on the premises? These questions, with a score more, Lethbridge asked himself as he proceeded to the quarter indicated. He had a sort of feeling that the warning was not complete yet. He felt that Lady Goshe would have been more explicit had the opportunity presented itself. Perhaps she would have another chance before long.
The opening came more speedily than Lethbridge had expected. He found himself suddenly standing by the side of an open French window, which apparently led into the magnificent drawing-room where Lethbridge had seen Lady Goshe for the first time. She was standing in the window now, and the faint suggestion of a smile crossed her face as she saw Lethbridge.