The Quest of the Sacred Slipper by Sax Rohmer
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sheen in the high lights that suggested the heart of a blood-red
rose. "Oh," she cried, "promise me that you will never breathe a word to any one about my visit!" "I promise willingly," I said; "but can you give me no hint?" "Honestly, truly, I cannot, dare not, say more! Only promise that you will do as I ask!" Since I could perceive no alternative-- "I will do so," I replied. "Thank you--oh, thank you!" she said; and dropping her veil again she walked rapidly away from me, whispering, "I rely upon you. Do not fail me. Good-bye!" Her conspicuous white figure joined the hurrying throngs upon the pavement beyond. My curiosity brooked no restraint. I hurried to the end of the courtway. She was crossing the road. From the shadows where he had lurked, a man came forward to meet her. A vehicle obstructed the view ere I could confirm my impression; and when it had passed, neither my lovely visitor nor her companion were anywhere in sight. But, unless some accident of light and shade had deceived me, the man who had waited was Ahmad Ahmadeen! |
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