The Yellow Claw by Sax Rohmer
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probably have him here during the day."
"I hope so," said the other good-humoredly, seating himself upon one of the two chairs ranged beside the wall. "If he doesn't show up."... "Well?" jerked Dunbar--"if he doesn't?" "It will look very black against Leroux." Dunbar drummed upon the blotting-pad with the fingers of his left hand. "It beats anything of the kind that has ever come my way," he confessed. "You get pretty cautious at weighing people up, in this business; but I certainly don't think--mind you, I go no further--but I certainly don't think Mr. Henry Leroux would willingly kill a fly; yet there is circumstantial evidence enough to hang him." Sergeant Sowerby nodded, gazing speculatively at the floor. "I wonder," he said, slowly, "why the girl--Miss Cumberly--hesitated about telling us the woman's name?" "I am not wondering about that at all," replied Dunbar, bluntly. "She must meet thousands in the same way. The wonder to me is that she remembered at all. I am open to bet half-a-crown that YOU couldn't remember the name of every woman you happened to have pointed out to you at an Arts Ball?" "Maybe not," agreed Sowerby; "she's a smart girl, I'll allow. I see you have last night's papers there?" |
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