When London Sleeps — page 114: what you’re looking at

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statis NEGATIVE, 109 © ‘“How do you know that??? she demanded. - Rodney Haynes was confused for just a moment. In his excitement, he had said too much. But his natural effrontery soon came to his rescue. ‘Well, the servants in the hotel told me so.” ‘“May I ask,’’ said Queenie, drawing herself up sroudly, ‘‘what necessity there was to canvass my. private affairs with the servants?”? ihe ‘‘I am your only relative,’’? retorted Haynes, brazening the matter out, ‘‘and it is my duty to see mL that advantage is not taken of your foolishness and luexperience.’’ Queenie laughed—a shark, scornful laugh. ‘I thank you for your caution, which I will profit by,’’ she said, sweeping him a sarcastic curtsey. Then she touched the bell. | ‘*And, as the first step, I order you to leave this. room !?? | ‘Have you no fear—’’ began Haynes, but he was interrupted by the entrance of Mark Blackwood. — It was certainly a marvelously quick answer to Oueenie’s summons, too quick to be explained in any other way than that the waiter was just outside © the door, possibly, very probably, listening. ‘(Show this gentleman to the door,’’ commanded Queenie, extending her arm with an imperious gesture. ‘Should he call again, I am not at home.’’ Mark turned away his head to hide the grinof | satisfaction he could not repress. It was with infinite — x Leek ‘ ye ee ey, delight that he witnessed the humiliation of this man who held hint 1 in his power and whe would not. x | cer his ea: SORE a ak eae Coe COMmICDOO csicom 2 oy