“I think, perhaps if you will excuse
me, that we will defer the luncheon. I ought never to have thought of it. She remained for a few moments standing as though
listening to his retreating footsteps. Stanley, whose family had been by any reckoning
inconsiderable—to use the kindliest term. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d
pledged my friendship. In this screen, which masked the entrance of a dark passage
communicating with the Condemned Hold, about five feet from the ground, was
a hatch, protected by long spikes set six inches apart, and each of the thickness
of an elephant's tusk. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard
and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking
occupied them both. Without Sheila, the
denizens of the neighborhood might forget they had the
ability to communicate with each other.
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