MRS. AUBERON'S SECRET
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Six days later, as I entered the hall of the pretty Hôtel Igiea, at Palerno, the hall-porter handed me a letter which, he said, had arrived only that morning.
It was from Mrs. Auberon, who regretted to inform me that her guest had, on the day of writing, unfortunately died of tetanus.
Enclosed was a cheque in payment of my account.
And that cheque, my dear fellow, was for the sum agreed—five hundred pounds.
Without a doubt, the fatal illness of Paul Taylor saved us both from a very unpleasant experience.
And it paid all the expenses of my Continental holiday.
