Black Caesar's Clan : a Florida Mystery Story by Albert Payson Terhune
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"I've had some experience with this sort of thing, on the other side," he answered. "The man will come to himself in another few minutes. I've loosened his collar and belt and shoelaces. He--" "Have you any idea who could have tried to kill you?" she asked, shuddering. "Yes!" he made sullen answer. "And so have you. Let it go at that." "You--you think it was one of--?" "Hush!" he ordered, uneasily. "This fellow may not be quite as unconscious as he looks. Sometimes, people get their hearing back, before they open their eyes. Come into the library, a minute. I want to speak to you. Oh, don't look like that, about leaving him alone! He'll be all right, I tell you! His pulse is coming back, strong. Come in here." He laid one big arm on her slight shoulder and led her, half-forcibly, into the adjoining room. Thence, Gavin could hear the rumble of his deep voice. But he could catch no word the man said, though once he heard Claire speak in vehement excitement, and could hear Milo's harsh interruption and his command that she lower her voice. Presently, the two came back into the hall. As Standish |
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