When London Sleeps — page 159: what you’re looking at

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‘154 IN THE TOILS David’s lip curled in contempt and derision. ‘‘T fear neither you nor any here. Again I demand the girl you are hiding from me.”’ Hilda Corrode was bought to bay. But under the circumstances, she was not entirely sorry for it. If Rodney Haynes had only arranged his partin the lit- tle comedy they were about to play, she would wring the heart of this man who had flung aside her prof- fered love even as he had wrung hers. ‘Well, then,’’ she acknowledged, with a toss of Her head, “'she is here,”’ ‘ A cry broke from David’s lips, a cry in which joy and anguish were mingled. ‘*But she is worthless,’’? continued Hulda, ‘‘and remains here of her own free will.’ It required all of David’s self-control to prevent him from forgetting her sex and from chastising as she deserved the person who gave utterance to these lying words. “Tt is false!’? he cried, furiously. ‘‘She is de- tained here by force, and I will call on all the sleep- ing city to aid my search if you do not instantly tre- store her to me!’ Meanwhile, the noise of the altercation had reached the ears of the revelers and ganiblers, and irom two or three of the rooms they came pouring into the reception room, a motley crowd of men and women more or less intoxicated. __ Sammy Blythe, thinking it time to put in an ap- pearance, also emerged from his hiding-place. comicbooks.co