When I closed the last leaf of the Count's manuscript the half-hour during which I had engaged to remain at Forest Road had expired. Monsieur Rubelle looked at his watch and bowed. I rose immediately, and left the agent in possession of the empty house. I never saw him again -- I never heard more of him or of his wife. Out of the dark byways of villainy and deceit they had crawled across our path -- into the same byways they crawled back secretly and were lost.

In a quarter of an hour after leaving Forest Road I was at home again.

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