Bat Wing by Sax Rohmer
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page 67 of 390 (17%)
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The look which I had detected upon his face was an indefinable, an
indescribable look; but I had seen it in the eyes of one who had been bitten by a poisonous reptile and who knew his hours to be numbered. It was uncanny, unnerving; and whereas at first the atmosphere of Colonel Menendez's home had seemed to be laden with prosperous security, now that sense of ease and restfulness was gone--and gone for ever. "Harley," I said, speaking almost at random, "this promises to be the strangest case you have ever handled." "Promises?" Paul Harley laughed shortly. "It _is_ the strangest case, Knox. It is a case of wheels within wheels, of mystery crowning mystery. Have you studied our host?" "Closely." "And what conclusion have you formed?" "None at the moment; but I think one is slowly crystalizing." "Hm," muttered Harley, as we paced slowly on amid the rose trees. "Of one thing I am satisfied." "What is that?" "That Colonel Menendez is not afraid of Bat Wing, whoever or whatever Bat Wing may be." "Not afraid?" |
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