Lost Man's Lane: A Second Episode in the Life of Amelia ButterworthGreen, Anna Katharine
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Lost Man's Lane: A Second Episode in the Life of Amelia Butterworth
Green, Anna Katharine
Detective and mystery stories; New York (State) -- Fiction
It was, as I supposed, from Mr. Gryce, and ran thus:
"DEAR MISS BUTTERWORTH:
"I am astonished at your determination, but since your desire
to visit your friends is such as to lead you to brave the
dangers of Lost Man's Lane, allow me to suggest certain
precautions.
"First.--Do not trust anybody.
"Second.--Do not proceed anywhere alone or on foot.
"Third.--If danger comes to you, and you find yourself in a
condition of real peril, blow once shrilly on the whistle I
inclose with this. If, however, the danger is slight, or you
wish merely to call the attention of those who will be set to
watch over you, let the blast be short, sharp, and
repeated--twice to summon assistance, three times to call
attention.
"I advise you to fasten this whistle about your neck in a way
to make it easily obtainable.
"I have advised you to trust nobody. I should have excepted Mr.
Trohm, but I do not think you will be given an opportunity to
speak to him. Remember that all depends upon your not awakening
suspicion. If, however, you wish advice or desire to make any
communication to me or the man secretly holding charge over
this affair in X., seek the first opportunity of riding into
town and go at once to the hotel where you will ask for Room 3.
It has been retained in your service, and once shown into it,
you, may expect a visitor who will be the man you seek.
"As you will see, every confidence is put in your judgment."
There was no signature to this--it needed none--and in the packet which
came with it was the whistle. I was glad to see it, and glad to hear
that I was not left entirely without protection in my somewhat hazardous
enterprise.
The events of the morning had been so unexpected that till this moment I
had forgotten my early determination to go to my room before any change
there could be made. Recalling it now, I started for the staircase, and
did not stop though I heard Hannah calling me back. The consequence was
that I ran full tilt against Miss Knollys coming down the hall with a
tray in her hand.
"Ah," I cried; "some one sick in the house?"
The attack was too sudden. I saw her recoil and for one instant hesitate
before replying. Then her natural self-possession came to her aid, and
she placidly remarked:
"We were all up to a late hour last night, as you know. It was necessary
for us to have some food."
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