Number Seventeen by Louis Tracy
page 109 of 286 (38%)
page 109 of 286 (38%)
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"In connection with the joss stick."
"Yes, yes. But I don't see the inference." "Mr. Winter alluded to the habit some ladies have of burning such incense in their houses, whereupon Furneaux remarked that the Chinese use them to propitiate harmful spirits." "Was that all?" Theydon felt insensibly that his companion was hinting at something more definite, but he was bound in honor to respect the confidence reposed in him. "I don't quite understand," he temporized. "Was nothing said as to the finding of some object, such as a small article obviously Chinese in origin, which might turn an inquirer's thought into that channel?" "The conversation I am relating took place the moment after we had entered the flat. We were standing in the hall. It was wholly the outcome of the strange smell which was immediately perceptible." Forbes passed a hand over his eyes. "I wonder," he breathed. Then, turning quickly on Theydon, he repeats the question. |
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