In his muscular pudgy hand
was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands:
the portrait of a youth of eighteen. "But, I own, I think it is like. ”
“Coarse?” said Capes, “We’re not coarse. It is
magnificent indeed. He stood with his hands in
his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. Did he intend to kill her now, this instant? Or had she a
moment or two to try to save herself? Recalling Leonardo’s dictum, she did not
struggle, for that would only tighten the trap about her, and perhaps even spring
it. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that
villainous French in your tongue. He would
take with him that traitress Yolande, and claim to the lawyer that this was
Melusine Charvill.
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