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 “I shall leave Waterloo by the first train,” he said. “Meet me at the station.”

“Yes. But, Perseus

“Well?”

“Do you believe him—or me?”

“You always. I love you, Andromeda. Don’t you understand that? He is a madman.”

“If that were all. But he is more dangerous. Be careful of him. Do not let him.

Suddenly the connection was severed. He strove to speak further, but it was of no avail. Yet enough had been said. He had found her and now he was going to her.

“Get me a taxie,” he cried across the hall to the porter.

“Yes, sir.”

One happened to be passing the door. The porter came out on to the pavement.

“Where to, sir?”

“Waterloo. And, oh, tell Smales that I am going out of town for a few days, and that I will write to him.”

The man saluted, the motor cab slid off. He had not five minutes to wait after getting his ticket. It was supposed to be a fast train, but

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