"Mur—der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by whom he was half strangled. ‘She won’t. ’ ‘She once more,’ came in disgust from the girl on the bed. “I’ve got bad faults. I have an engagement with a theatrical agent—I believe for the ‘Unusual’. Her fingers opened and the weapon fell from her nerveless grasp. It is possible she is dangerous, and the police are looking into several cold murder cases where she may have been involved. "I have him!" cried a voice in triumph. “Oh, I can’t thank you. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word.
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