The stairs creaked as Mark rushed down them. ‘Sapristi,’ he gasped. She rose at once with a little exclamation, half of surprise, half of pleasure. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye! The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as the race itself. You will never be able to draw. “You little wretch!” she exclaimed weakly.
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