Mr. ’ ‘Yes, but when I think about this, I do not think I can do so,’ she said candidly. . ’ Gerald eyed her. "You're wanted. It’s not you—not a bit. I haven’t taken much account of it until now. Only the night before, in the dining room of the Hong-Kong Hotel, she had watched him empty glass after glass of whisky, and shudder and shudder. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. Figg! In a few minutes, all will be over. ‘Think it’s worth getting some sort of light and following her down there?’ asked Roding.
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