“That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too. ’ She saw the weapon wrenched from Emile’s hand and he dropped to the bench of the pew and sat there, grasping helplessly at the welling blood on his arm. It was not the arrival of the guests, but merely the maid moving about in the hall. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the dark object from the flood.
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