The Bronze Bell by Louis Joseph Vance
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been doing with yourself these past three years?"
Rutton shook his head gravely. "I can't say." "You mean you won't?" "If you will have it that way." "Well ... I give you up." "That's the most profitable thing you could do, David." "But, seriously now, this foolish talk about hiding is all a joke, isn't it?" "No," said Rutton soberly; "no, it's no joke." He sighed profoundly. "As for my recent whereabouts, I have been--ah--travelling considerably; moving about from pillar to post." To this the man added a single word, the more significant in that it embodied the nearest approach to a confidence that Amber had ever known him to make: "Hunted." "Hunted by whom?" "I beg your pardon." Rutton bent forward and pushed the cigarettes to Amber's elbow. "I am--ah--so preoccupied with my own mean troubles, David, that I had forgotten that you had nothing to smoke. Forgive me." "That's no matter, I--" |
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