Identifier: crimsonblind00whit (find matches)
Title: The crimson blind
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: White, Fred M. (Fred Merrick), b. 1859
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Publisher: New York : R. F. Fenno & company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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on andalarm the whole house. But I dont want to do that,for the sake of the other man. He is so very respect-able, you know, and anything unconventional may beso awkward for him. Yes, it is just as I expected. Heis coming up the ivy to investigate himself. Go ! The revolver covered Littimer quite steadily. Hecould see into the blue rim, and he was conscious ofstrange cold sensations down his spine. A revolver isnot a pretty thing at the best of times ; it is doublyhazardous in the hands of a woman. What do you want with me ? he asked. My dear man, I want to do nothing with you. Onlydo as you are told and—there ! The other man is comingup the ivy. He cant understand the light and younot returning. He imagines that you are looking inthe wrong place. Please go. Littimer backed before the weapon, backed until hewas in the doorway. Suddenly the girl gave him apush, shut the door to, and turned the key in the lock.Almost at the same instant another figure loomed largt1*0 the window-frame.
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A rovoKcr i> limiMv lia/.iriloiis in the lianJs ot a woman. 7hf Crimitn Blind. CHAPTERjXXVIL SLIGHTLY FARCICAL Something bulky was struggling to get through thewindow. Half hidden in the shadow, Christabel watchedwith the deepest interest. If she had been afredd atfirst that sensation had entirely departed by this time.From the expression of her face she might have beenenjoying the novel situation. It was certainly notwithout a suggestion of the farcioaJ. The burly figure contrived to squeeze through thenarrow casement at length and stood breathing loudlyin the corridor. It was not a pleasant sight that metChristabels gaze—a big man with a white, set face androlling eyes and a stiff bandage about his throat. Evi-dently the intruder was utterly exhausted, for he drojjpedinto a chair and nursed his head between his hands. Now what has become of that fool ? he muttered.•• Ah ! He looked round hira uneasily, but his expressionchanged as his eyes fell on the Kembrandt. He hadthe f

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