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h.Ashepassedthefirehethrewsomethingin.Ahissingtongueof
flame leapt up―and died down again.
What did he throw in?
Iamnotabsolutelycertain;soIwon'tsaywhatIthink
itwasatthe
moment.Thenhebegantohelpmeshedmysaturatedflannelsandhe
setakettleonthefireandsoforth.Youknowthepersonalcharmofthe
man?Buttherewasanunpleasantsenseofsomething―whatshallI
say?―sinister.Ferrara'sivoryfacewasmorepalethanusualandhecon-
veyedtheideathathewaschewedup―exhausted.Beadsofperspiration
were on his forehead.
Heat of his rooms?
NosaidCairnshortly.Itwasn'tthat.Ihadarubdownandbor-
rowedsomeslacks.Ferrarabrewedgrogandpretendedtomakemewel-
come.NowIcometosomethingwhichIcan'tforget;itmaybeamere
coincidencebut―.Hehasanumberofphotographsinhisroomsgood
oneswhichhehastakenhimself.I'mnotspeakingnowofthemonstros-
itiestheoutrages;Imeanviewsandgirls―particularlygirls.Well
standingonaqueerlittleeaselrightunderthelampwasafinepictureof
Apollothe swanlord of the backwater.
Sime stared dully through the smoke haze.
ItgavemeasortofshockcontinuedCairn.Itmademethink
harderthaneverofthethinghehadthrowninthefire.Theninhispho-
tographiczenanawasapictureofagirlwhomIamalmostsurewasthe
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