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AN AFRICAN MILLIONAIRE

Though we could both of us guess, rather than see, it was White Heather.

'That's the prisoner's wife,' the inspector on duty


A pretty little woman stood, pale and anxious.

replied. 'She's waiting to see him enter. I'm sorry for her, poor thing. She's a perfect lady.'

'So she seems,' Charles answered, scarcely daring to face her.