Guilty Bonds By William Le Queux Published by R.F. Fenno and Company, 112 Fifth Avenue, New York. This edition dated 1895. Guilty Bonds, by William Le Queux. ________________________________________________________________________ ________________________________________________________________________ GUILTY BONDS, BY WILLIAM LE QUEUX. CHAPTER ONE. THE MYSTERY OF BEDFORD PLACE. "Come, have another hand, Burgoyne." "I'll have my revenge to-morrow, old fellow," I replied. "Why not to-night?" "It's past two, and I've a long walk home, remember." "Very well; as you wish." My friend, Robert Nugent, a journalist, was young man, tall and dark, twenty-seven at the outside, with a pleasant, smiling face. His wavy hair, worn rather long, and negligence of attire gave him a dash of the genial good-for-nothing. It was in the card-room of that Bohemian--but, alas, now defunct-- institution, the Junior Garrick Club, where we had been indulging in a friendly hand. Having finished our game, we ordered some refreshment, and seated ourselves upon the balcony on Adelphi Terrace, smoking our last cigarettes, and watching the ripple of the stream, the broken reflection of the stars, and many lights that lined the Thames. All was dark in the houses on the opposite shore; the summer wind whispered in the leafy boughs on the Embankment, and a faint cold grey in the east showed that night was on the edge of morn. For some time we sat chatting, until Big Ben boomed forth three o'clock; then we rose, and wishing good-night to the men who were still playing, sought our hats and left the club. We walked together as far as Danes' Inn, where we parted, Nugent entering the Inn, while I continued my homeward walk alone. From the Strand to Torrington Square is a considerable distance; but I did not feel inclined for sleep, and sauntered along in the steely light, enjoying the silence and solitude of the deserted streets, absorbed in my own thoughts.