The Brass Bowl by Louis Joseph Vance
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sense of his strength and self-control. "That is very odd, isn't it?"
"I have no--no explanation to give that would satisfy you, or myself," she said brokenly. "I--I don't care what you think," with a flicker of defiance. "Believe the worst and--and do what you will--have me arrested----" He laughed sardonically. "Oh, we won't go so far as that, I guess; harsh measures, such as arrest and imprisonment, are so unsatisfactory to all concerned. But I am interested to know why you are here." Her breathing seemed very loud in the pause; she kept her lips tight, fearing to speak lest she lose her mastery of self. And hysteria threatened: the fluttering in her bosom warned her. She must be very careful, very restrained, if she were to avert that crowning misfortune. "I don't think I quite understand you," he continued musingly; "surely you must have anticipated interruption." "I thought you safely out of the way----" "One presumed that." He laughed again, unpleasantly. "But how about Maitland? Didn't you have him in your calculations, or--" He paused, unfeignedly surprised by her expression. And chuckled when he comprehended. "By the powers, I forgot for a moment! So you thought me Maitland, eh? Well, I'm sorry I didn't understand that from the first. You're so quick, as a rule, you know,--I confess you duped me neatly this afternoon,--that |
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