Unmarked6698
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
"I assure you I never felt less like jesting in my life," replied Etwald, coldly. "But it is no use discussing such a thing at five in the morning. If you can do without me, major, I shall return to Deanminster. I am tired." CHAPTER XIV NEW QUARTERS AND OLD FRIENDS "Well," said Jen, seeing that the man spoke in all good faith, "the body of Mr. Maurice was stolen on that night.".
453 people found this
review helpful
kez_ h (Kez_h)
- Flag inappropriate
- Show review history
✨ Immerse Yourself in the Rich Heritage of Agra while enjoying a diverse range of games at Lottery Agra Where Entertainment Meets Culture.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
🃏 Dive Into the Live Casino Action at Winzo Gold's Latest Version! Immerse yourself in the thrill of live games like Roulette, Blackjack, Teen Patti, Andar Bahar, and more, all hosted by real dealers. Play, win, and experience the real deal now!
658 people found this
review helpful
Conrad
For the moment Major Jen did not ask any more questions, for the very simple reason that he did not exactly know what course to take. Undoubtedly the tramp was telling the truth. He had no reason to conceal it; for in his own mind Jen quite acquitted him of any complicity in the crime. That so feeble and elderly a creature, debauched by intemperance, weak from insufficient food, should attack a vigorous young athlete like Maurice, was out of the question, even though he had the advantage of possessing the devil-stick. But here the question of the dried-up poison occurred to Jen. If the poison had evaporated by the lapse of time, the devil-stick must have been innocuous and incapable of inflicting death. Therefore, upon the evidence of the saturated handkerchief, the bag concealed in the turquoise-studded handle must have been refilled by Dido!--Dido, for the significant reason that she, inheriting the traditions of her Ashantee grandmother, alone must have been capable of manufacturing the deadly drug. To prove this assumption, a feasible one, the devil-stick was close at hand. "How do you like it now?" asked Griffin, as the gong released them for the rest, and they slipped out in the corridor to look for Elinor. An expression of surprise appeared on the pale face of the younger man. "God forbid that my heart should harbor so ill a thought," cried Jen, with natural horror. "But I tell you what, David. We must sift this affair to the bottom. Maurice is dead, his assassin is at large, so we must catch him.".
298 people found this
review helpful