When London Sleeps — page 127: what you’re looking at

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Rhee o THE BAITING OF THE TRAP. She caught up her hat, which happened to be lying upon the table. “‘T will return with the messenger instantly,’’ she said to the waiter 1n a husky voice. But she must leave some word for her friends. She seated herself at a little desk in the room, and hastily wrote the following line: David is in danger. I go to him. | Queenie. As she rose from the desk, she dropped upon the floor, unperceived either by herself or by Mark Blackwood, the letter which had summoned her away. | Her mind was in a tumult. Was she to be united again to the man she loved only to part with him forever? Heaven grant that she be in time to hear his dear voice, to bid him live or to take her with him to the land of shadows! | With this prayer in her heart, she swept past the waiter and from the room. As his eyes followed her, Mark Black woo s dark, sullen face grew darker and more sullen still. ‘The bait has taken!’ he thought to himself. ‘“Another piece of dirty work for you, Rodney Haynes! My side of the ledger is nearly filled! One day I may want a settlement!’ comicb: DOKS.CO