Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1912-Jan 1913)

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THE WOMAN IN WHITE 55 was the most prudent and obvious place. Sir Percival Glyde was abroad; Fosco was presumably in London, and in him alone remained the hope of a confession. Knowing the pleasant count's ability to send Laura back to the madhouse if he should be approached On the same morning, Walter resolved to call on his old friend, Professor Pesca, an exiled Italian, and, until better days, teacher of languages to young ladies. The pert little Pesca had never heard of Count Fosco — in fact, doubted the genuineness of any such title — but, out of curiosity, decided to accompany THE DEATH OF SIR PERCIVAL openly, Walter proceeded to track him with the greatest of caution. From the physician who had signed Lady Glyde 's death certificate, he found out the count's address. It was a handsome villa in St. John's Wood. A stroll in front of it one morning, the notes of a rich basso voice coming from one of its open windows, confirmed the information, and told him that the count was evidently leading a life of leisure. Walter that night to the neighborhood of St. John's Wood. As the two friends stood in the shadow of a tree, Count Fosco, attired in evening-clothes, and humming a merry catch of opera music, put out from his villa and hailed a cab. They followed him to the doors of the Opera House, and entered after him. The curtain had scarcely risen on the second act of "Lucrezia Borgia," when Pesca, with an exclamation of