Avon Murder Mystery Monthly No. 41 — page 79: what you’re looking at

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‘A. MERRITT 81 came the bubbling and chuckling of a little spring. And again I mar- veled at the marble smoothness and fineness of her skin on which the caressing water left tiny silvery globules, gemming it. The eunuch slithered to one side, drew from a quaint chest clothes of white floss; pee her dry with them; threw over her shoulders a silken robe of blue. | Back she floated to us; hovered over Ruth, crouching with her broth- er’s head upon her knees. She made a motion as though to draw the girl to her; hesitated as Ruth’s face set in a passion of denial. A shadow of kindness drifted | through the wide, mysterious eyes; a shadow of pity joined it as she looked curiously down on Ventnor. | “Bathe,” she murmured, and pointed to the pool. “And rest. No harm shall come to any of you here. And you—” A hand rested for a moment lightly on the girl’s curly head. “When. you desire it—I will again give you—peace!” | ‘She parted the curtains, and the eunuch still following, was hidden | beyond them. CHAPTER XIII “Voice trom the Void" ELPLESSLY we looked at each other. Then called forth per- haps by what she saw in Drake’s eyes, perhaps by another thought, Ruth’s cheeks crimsoned, her head drooped; the web of her hair hid the warm rose of her face, the frozen pallor of Ventnor’s.. | Abruptly, she sprang to her feet. “Walter! Dick! Something’s hap- pening to Martin!” | | Before she had ceased we were beside her; bending over Ventnor: His mouth was opening, slowly, slowly—with an effort agonizing to watch. Then his voice came through lips that scarcely moved; faint, faint as though it floated from infinite distances; a ghost of a voice whis- pering with phantom breath out of a dead throat. | “Lard—hard! So hard!” the whispering complained. “Don't know how long I can keep connection—with voice. - ; 4. - “Was fool to shoot, Sorry—might have gotten you 1n worse trouble— but crazy with fear for Ruth—thought, too, might be worth chance. Sorry—not my usual line—”" _ | ie us ae ‘The thin thread of sound ceased. I felt my eyes fill with tears;.it was GOGO .S (GO)