The Voice in the Fog by Harold MacGrath
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ones. Haggerty was presently astonished to see the artist produce his
own key-ring. "What now?" "When Crawford went abroad he left a key with me. I am making some drawings for an Egyptian romance and wanted to get some atmosphere." "Uhuh." "Which key is it that unlocks a door?" asked Forbes, his eyes sparkling. "Never'll get that out o' your head, will you?" "Which key?" "Th' round-headed one." Forbes drew the key aside and laid it evenly against the one Crawford had left in his keeping. "By George!" "What's th' matter?" "He's come back!"--in a whisper. "You're a keen one! Ye-up; Crawford's valet Mason is visiting in town." |
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