The Pall Mall Magazine/A Woman’s Vengeance

A WOMAN'S VENGEANCE.
BY R. AUSTIN FREEMAN

IN the top-floor front of a house in the Kentish Town Road a tall and comely young man sat on the edge of a bed reading a letter. The young man's appearance was not entirely congruous with his surroundings; for, in the matter of linen, clothes, and boots, he was as well turned out as a man need be who is not a professed dandy, whereas the room, though neat and orderly, as a well-bred man's bedroom should be, was an undeniable garret. He sat on the bed, not because there was no chair, but because experience had taught him that a chair with a defective hind leg is an unsuitable seat for a pre-occupied man. And Harry Sinclair was decidedly pre-occupied at the moment.
The letter which he held bore the superscription “44 Adam Street, Adelphi,” and the signature “Polonius Turcival.” It made a conditional offer of an engagement, and requested an appointment by telegram to “Magsulph, London.” Sinclair was disposed to regard the telegram as unnecessary. He produced from his pocket a small pigskin purse and tipped its contents into his hand, and when he had counted the coins and shot them back into the receptacle he was quite certain that the

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