Her target was a fifty-four year old man who lived with
his mother, an obese neighborhood woman, a widow
named Dawn Plote. “You seem to have cultivated quite a
jaunty appearance, and you certainly look years younger. He well knows that but two lives—those of
Thames Darrell and Sir Rowland Trenchard,—stand between you and the vast
possessions of the family. “Do not be frightened, dear,” she said. “So your father brought you here to live in the States?”
John asked. She became aware of the Scotch student regarding her
with stupendous amazement, a tea-cup poised in one hairy hand and his faceted
glasses showing a various enlargement of segments of his eye. “You ought at once—you ought at once to have told
her that. But if you have considerable money, you had better leave it in the
office safe. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying
flames. Alone; not even the dog to warn her, and Hoddy deep in
the island somewhere. That place was closed by the police last month.
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