Darting quickly to the chest that contained the
priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind
it on the floor. This started a thought moving. The
struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony
he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face
horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. Knock on the partition if you want anything
during the might. ”
“Who will?”
“The police! The families of the people I’ve killed!
I’m guilty!”
“How old do I have to be?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“To be of use to you. ‘Parbleu, but I find that this is excessively clever, this passage. A crumpled-up newspaper
thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. ’ She spread her hands.
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