alive with
fright,"as
he related
afterwards,smuggled
him
through
the big
drawing-room,which
was dark
(that room
was not
lighted
every
evening),on
tiptoe,so
as not to
attract
the
attention
of the
ladies in
the
house,and
led him by
way of the
orangery
to my
uncle's
private
apartments.
The
policeman,without
any
preliminaries,thrust
a paper
into my
uncle's
hands.
"There.Pray
read
this.I
have no
business
to show
this paper
to you.It
is wrong
of me.But
I can't
either eat
