The Yellow Claw by Sax Rohmer
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"That's it! Describe him!" "I can't! No, no! you can threaten as much as you like, but I can't describe him. I never saw his face. He stood behind me on the near side of the cab, and just reached forward and pushed a flyer under my nose." Inspector Dunbar searched the speaker's face closely--and concluded that he was respecting the verity. "How was he dressed?" "In black, and that's all I can tell you about him." "You took the money?" "I took the money, yes"... "What did he say to you?" "Simply: 'Drive off.'" "Did you take him to be an Englishman from his speech?" "No; he was not an Englishman. He had a foreign accent." "French? German?" "No," said Brian, looking up and meeting the glance of the fierce eyes. "Asiatic!" |
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