Fred M. White, The Master Criminal — Redburn Castle (1898)
“ Smiling, yet with a world of anxiety in her eyes, Cora came towards him.“Where is the Duke?” she asked aloud.“I regret to say he has gone,” Gryde replied. “He did not come to stay; indeed, but for some business matter he would not have been here at all. He bade me to say everything that was polite to his friends.”Cora drew Gryde on one side. Her lips were pale as ashes.“Paul,” she whispered, “Paul, you have not——”“Redburn is absolutely safe,” Gryde responded. “Not so much as a hair of his head has been injured. He is perfectly safe in more senses than one. ”
