The Thirteenth Chair by Bayard Veiller
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page 49 of 145 (33%)
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will be manifestations. I wanted you to know I was not faking.
MISS EASTWOOD. Why should we think that you were? ROSALIE. Why, you 'ave thought nothing else ever since I did come into the room. CROSBY. Mason, see if she can get free from that now. (MASON _comes over, inspects the knot._ CROSBY _tying the other hand._) MASON. That seems pretty secure--someone else look at it. (WILLIAM _and_ TRENT _rise and go to_ ROSALIE'S _chair._) CROSBY. I'm going to fasten your ankles now, Madame la Grange. ROSALIE. Yes, that is right. (CROSBY _ties_ ROSALIE'S _ankles to leg of chair. The other two men look on._) WALES. I don't believe all this is necessary. ROSALIE. Why not, if they do want it. CROSBY. Now I'm sure she can't get away. (MASON _inspects knot._) |
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