"I must go round to Somervell Street at once."
When he had gone, Diana picked up the newspaper from the floor where he
had tossed it, and smoothing out its crumpled sheet, proceeded to read
the short paragraph, surmounted by staring head-lines, which had sent her
husband hurrying hot-foot to Adrienne's house.
"MURDEROUS ATTACK ON MISS ADRIENNE DE GERVAIS.
"As Miss Adrienne de Gervais, the popular actress, was leaving the
Premier Theatre after the matinee performance to-day, a man rushed out
from a side street and fired three shots at her, wounding her severely.
Miss de Gervais was carried into the theatre, where a doctor who chanced
to be passing rendered first aid. Within a very few minutes the news of
the outrage became known and the theatre was besieged by inquirers. The
would-be assassin, who made good his escape, was a man of unmistakably
foreign appearance."
Diana laid the paper down very quietly. This, then, was the news which
had power to bring that look of fear and dread to her husband's
face--which could instantly wipe out from his mind all thoughts of his
wife and of everything that concerned her.
Perhaps, she reflected scornfully, it was as well that the revelation had
come when it did! Otherwise--otherwise, she had been almost on the verge
of forgetting her just cause for jealousy, forgetting all the past months
of misery, and believing in her husband once again.
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