When London Sleeps — page 209: what you’re looking at

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204 FOR DEAR LIFE’S SAKE. Queenie turned leaning back against the wall as if for support. — “Rodney Haynes,’’ she began ina voice which shook in spite of all her efforts to control it, ‘‘I do not ask you how you came here, or what is your pur- pose, but I command you to leave this room at once!”? With a satirical dmile’: upon his Fane Hes nes calinly seated himself. ‘“No fear of that!’ he said, with the utmost non- © chalance. ‘‘I am too comfortable where I am. Besides, my dear cousin, Iam master of the situation and it is iny turn now to command.”’ It seemed to Queenie asif the blood was turning to ice in her veins, but she forced herself into some- thing approaching calmness. | ‘‘Hivery moment you remain in this room imperils my good name! Every word you speak is an insult to my honor!’’ ‘‘Precisely,’’ assented Haynes, with another evil smile. ‘‘That is what I am staying for. No one has seen me enter, and I will take care that in broad daylight everybody sees me go out.”’ This cynical statement drove Queenie frantic with horror. She flung herself against the door, beating upon the panel and screaming for help. ‘‘No good, my dear,’’ said Haynes. ‘‘You area long way from the rest of the house. No one will hear you.’? A prey to despair, Queenie ceased her efforts. ‘Rodney Haynes,’’ she said, quivering from head to foot, “but a few days ago you were’ boasting of comicbooks.com |