The False Faces - Further Adventures from the History of the Lone Wolf  by Louis Joseph Vance
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			 She nodded and offered him Thackeray's pistol. "Take this. O, I have another with me." Lanyard accepted the weapon and, when she had darkened the room, opened the door, slipped out, and closed it behind him so noiselessly that the girl could not believe he was gone. Nothing hindered his return to Stateroom 29. Fully two minutes after he had locked himself in he heard the distant clamour of the annunciator, calling a steward to Stateroom 30. VI UNDER SUSPICION He sat for a long time on the edge of his berth, elbow on knee, chin in hand, unstirring, gaze fixed upon that little cylinder of white paper resting in the hollow of his palm, in profoundest concentration pondering the problems it presented: what it was, what possession of it meant to Michael Lanyard, what safe disposition to make of it pending welcome relief from this unsought and most unwelcome trust. This last question alone bade fair to confound his utmost ingenuity.  | 
		
			
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