The Face of Rosenfeld — page 217: what you’re looking at

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210 THE FACE OF ROSENFEL, ficht. Meanwhile, he talked, rapidly, fiercely, like one in a delirium. ‘‘Why do you have that here? Why was it necessary for you to scare me to death? You certainly could sus- pect nothing. You told me that she drew that face. I should have seen through the humor of that joke. Ha! ha! ha! Bright of you, wasn’t it? You are so much craftier than you look, sir. But you weren’t crafty enough to detect me in playing a part the first day I came here. Say, you never would have believed that I had been in this house before, would you? Didn’t I do my part well? Ask Belfry if I showed the least tremor; if I faltered in my step when I saw the house into which he was taking me? I am strong, but J cannot bear everything. But the picture? You bought it, of course! Of course, you bought it! Why did he have his face drawn like that? It’s the expression I am talk- ing about. ‘The eyes! the eyes! There! There, it is around again looking at me. ‘Turn it about, I tell you! turn it about!” | “‘T have turned it about. Itis not looking at you,” said Maxey, nervously. Mr. Dye glared so at the back of the picture that there could be no doubt that he thought he saw the face © still. Then he uttered a horrible oath. “* Aye, grin on, grin on, will you?” he cried out, de- fiantly. <‘‘ You can’t terrify me. Not now; not now. I fear the living. Not the dead; not the dead.” — There burst from his lips a long peal of hysterical laughter. It was more than Maxey could bear. He went out for Doctor Lamar, and when he had returned with him locked the door to prevent his wife and sister from fol- lowing, ry et BrP es ‘ ~ RPA i ef rare ee - b + 4 4 Oe al ge I isi aa Al alae aes ad