CHAPTER XVII

THE SELLER OF THE SECRET “WHY, Miss Bristowe!” I cried. “Perhaps you don’t recollect me?” She started quickly, and drew back for a moment, her countenance blanching; then looking into my face, she said, with a timid laugh: “Why, of course, doctor! But have you forgiven me for taking you on that fool’s errand?” “Yes, long ago,” I laughed. “But our meeting this evening is certainly unexpected. Have you friends in this neighbourhood?” She replied in the affirmative, but without giving me any explanation. “And your bro…