The Brass Bowl by Louis Joseph Vance
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But where to put them, that he might find them without delay? It must be
no conspicuous place, where O'Hagan would be apt to happen upon them; doubtless the janitor was trustworthy, but still.... Misplaced opportunities breed criminals. It was all a risk, to leave the treasure there, without the protection of nickeled-steel walls and timelocks; but a risk that must be taken. She dared not retain it longer in her possession; and she would contrive a way in the morning to communicate with Maitland and warn him. Her gaze searched the area where the lamplight fell soft yet strong upon the dark shining wood and heavy brass desk fittings; and paused, arrested by the unusual combination of inverted bowl and super-imposed book. A riddle to be read with facility; in a twinkling she had uncovered the incriminating hand-print--incriminating if it could be traced, that is to say. "Oh!" she cried softly. And laughed a little. "Oh, how careless!" Fine brows puckered, she pondered the matter, and ended by placing her own hand over the print; this one fitted the other exactly. "How he must have wondered! He is sure to look again, especially if...." No need to conclude the sentence. Quickly she placed bag and case squarely on top of the impression, the bowl over all, and the book upon the bowl; then, drawing from her pocket a pair of long grey silk gloves, draped one across the book; and, head tilted to one side, admired the effect. It seemed decidedly an artistic effect, admirably calculated to attract |
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