"I'll manage to keep out of sight.""Collis Dongan of the old New York family, wealthy clubman and member of the Stock Exchange, was found dead in his apartment last night. Mr. Dongan, a widower without children resided at the exclusive Hotel Warrington. The body was found by his valet George Canfield who had been away on a vacation granted him by his master over the holiday. The revolver with which the deed was done was found lying near, and at first it was supposed to be a case of suicide. But Doctor Raymond Morsell the hotel physician who was quickly summoned by the frightened servant, instantly pronounced that the wound could not have been self-inflicted. The bullet had entered the base of the skull. The body was found lying in Mr. Dongan's living-room. It was fully clothed. There were no signs of any struggle. Every indication pointed to the fact that he had been shot down from behind without warning. Apparently he had been dead three days. His blood was matted and dried in the rug on which he lay."Blanche turned mockingly to Pen. "Now, darling!"
Don swung her around inside his arm. "Oh my Pen, how can I let you go to-night?" he groaned."Get away! Get away鈥攁ll of you!" yelled Riever waving his arms.
And of course he took her silence to mean it was all one to her whether he went or stayed."I am alone here," said Pen.
"Well, we mustn't quarrel," said Pen. "I appeal to your affection for me. I seldom ask you for anything. I am not one of the flighty kind. You must see that I am in deadly earnest. I must go away! If I were kept here I should go out of my mind!"She refused to be drawn off.
It was soon bundled into the canoe together with his grub-box, his valise, and the odds and ends of his baggage."I don't suppose he did it himself," said Pen. "But with his money he could easily get it done, couldn't he? One reads of such things."
There was no path through this part of the woods, and it was a matter of infinite difficulty to make her way through the underbrush and the thorny creepers without betraying herself. She forced patience on herself and proceeded foot by foot. The distance was not far and she laid a true course. She came out on her own path in the woods. Her heart began to beat in her throat. A hundred paces further lay the little temple.He looked more dubious. "Is your way of retreat still open?" he whispered.
"Don't argue with me if you please," he said. "Just answer my questions."
"To hide behind your skirts like that!"详情
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