’ With care, she gave it an
English pronunciation. She called them back very soon. He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the
decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his
attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. The silence of Canton at
night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly
boil out. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn
about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of
grease on the leaded casement. Best assured of that. “You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill
they called him?”
He nodded. "Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan. The late afternoon, en effet. Drummond smoked his
cigarette meditatively. She walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it. Does it?”
“I think it does.
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