When London Sleeps — page 217: what you’re looking at

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212 DESPERATE! CHAPTER XIX. DESPERATE! Once more Rodney Haynes was in tlie Kscape Room. ‘He was pale, haggard and unshaven. There was a wild light in his eyes, the light of incipient insanity. : For two days of awful solitude, he had been alone in that dreadful place, the house closed, the servants flown. ‘The deathly silence was driving him mad. If there were only some living creature near him, if he could but hear the sound of a human voice! At times he felt inclined to rush forth and risk it all. Anything was better than this suspense. ‘ He started and shivered at every noise. Ah! this time it was a footstep! Queenie had denounced him. ‘They were coming to arrest hii. Where could he hide? But before he could: decide, the footsteps came nearer and nearer, and Mark Blackwood entered the room. He was in the uniform of an attendant at the Indian Exhibition. As he recognized him so intense was the relief that Haynes burst into a frenzied peal of laughter. ‘Ah, Mark!’ he exclaimed, in a voice not far re- moved from a shriek. ‘‘Only you! How you startled me !?? comicbooks.co §