The Yellow Claw by Sax Rohmer
page 20 of 402 (04%)
page 20 of 402 (04%)
|
"HERE!" cried Exel and Leroux, together.
"Did you see anyone leave the lower hall as you entered?" "No one; emphatically, there was no one there!" "Then I am right." "Good God!" whispered Exel, glancing about him, with a new, and keen apprehensiveness. "Take your drink," concluded Cumberly, "and join me in my search." "Thanks," replied Exel, nervously proffering a cigar-case; "but I won't drink." "As you wish," said the doctor, who thus, in his masterful way, acted the host; "and I won't smoke. But do you light up." "Later," muttered Exel; "later. Let us search, first." Leroux stood up; Cumberly forced him back. "Stay where you are, Leroux; it is elementary strategy to operate from a fixed base. This study shall be the base. Ready, Exel?" Exel nodded, and the search commenced. Leroux sat rigidly upon the settee, his hands resting upon his knees, watching and listening. Save for the merry ticking of the table-clock, and the movements of the searchers from room to room, nothing disturbed the silence. From the |
|