’ ‘I would have done, only you threatened to blow off my head,’ Gerald reminded her, laughing. "I must see him to-night. He himself had deadened the sound by closing the door. But Darrell averted his head. ” Chapter XXV THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room with a deferential little gesture. An enormous Hand that rose up swiftly, blotting out the sky. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. A fierce struggle ensued. It was a haunted place. He had, for the most part, been correct. But tell me," he added with much anxiety, "has nothing been heard of Thames since the night of my former escape?" "Nothing whatever," answered Winifred.
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