The Vestibule Limited Mystery — page 164: what you’re looking at

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THE VESTIBULE LIMITED MYSTERY. 155 CHAPTER XX, THE WORM TURNS. Without any trouble I find my way to the apart- ments of Andrews. Once there I knock firmly on the door. It opens. “What! you, again!” exclaims the man, for the adventurer himself has answered my rap. I immediately enter, without awaiting the cere- mony of being: asked. The nature of my present visit is such that a bold front is necessary to carry me through. Andrews must understand that he is dealing with a man who will not be trifled with. As I enter the room I glance around. The Jewish doctor is still present, seated at the table, and the presence of a bottle and glasses sug- gests the idea that they have been talking about their plans over their liquor. Evangeline is not in sight. Coolly, I select my chair and throw a leg across it, resting my arms upon the back. This time I have been exceedingly careful to place myself. so that there shall be no chance for any one to slip up behind and cover me. One experience of that kind has been enough. Andrews is surveying me in wonder. The gray- bearded Jew scowls. Between them they do not present a very inviting appearance; but it is no more than I have expected, __ Eomicboo cS (elo) 7