The Yellow Claw by Sax Rohmer
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take her away. Very plucky of you, Miss Cumberly! But then, you are a
doctor's daughter." They entered, and the inspector closed the door behind them. "Don't arouse poor Leroux," whispered Cumberly to the detective. "I left him on a couch in the dining-room."... "He is still there," replied Dunbar; "poor chap! It is"... He met Helen's glance, and broke off shortly. In the study two uniformed constables, and an officer in plain clothes, were apparently engaged in making an inventory--or such was the impression conveyed. The clock ticked merrily on; its ticking a desecration, where all else was hushed in deference to the grim visitor. The body of the murdered woman had been laid upon the chesterfield, and a little, dark, bearded man was conducting an elaborate examination; when, seeing the trio enter, he hastily threw the coat of civet fur over the body, and stood up, facing the intruders. "It's all right, doctor," said the inspector; "and we shan't detain you a moment." He glanced over his shoulder. "Mr. Hilton, M. R. C. S." he said, indicating the dark man--"Dr. Cumberly and Miss Cumberly." The divisional surgeon bowed to Helen and eagerly grasped the hand of the celebrated physician. "I am fortunate in being able to ask your opinion," he began.... |
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