Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of
thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a
moment. ”
Nothing unusual was discovered in any other part of the flat. A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY. “You shall go,” he declared. He made his speech a little
elaborately. Impassive by nature and training, he was
conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by
a dull background of disappointment. He saw that his words were falling upon dull ears. The man who came to our rooms, you know, that night was his
friend. Yet, stay! There is one thing I wish you to do. She admitted her pleasure to Ramage. Let’s go up to my room.
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