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The obliging tobacconist, who was loquacious on the subject of Germans and Germany, detained her until her stock of patience was exhausted; but at last she made her escape. Half-way across the street s nike air max 1 black he sa nike air max 1 leopard w the figure of a man standing in the dark hallway of the chambers, and her heart sank.
“Matilda, you’re a fool,” she said to herself.
Her name was not Matilda, but in moments of self-depreciation she was wont to address herself as such.
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There was no reply.
“Who’s there?”
She took one step forward and then something reached out at her. A big hand gripped her by the sleeve of her blouse and she air max 1 heard a deep breathing.
She bit her lips to stop the scream that arose, and with a wrench tore herself free, leaving a portion of a sleeve in the hands of the unknown.
She darted backward, slamming the door behind her. In two flying strides she was at the door of No. 4, hammering with both her fists.
“Drunk or sober he is a man! Drunk or sober he is a man!” she muttered incoherently.
Only twice she beat upon the door when it opened suddenly and Mr. Beale stood in the doorway.
“What is it?”
She hardly noticed his tone.
“A man–a man, in my flat,” she gasped, and showed her torn sleeve, “a man…!”
He pushed her aside and made for the door.
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“Is your light working?–you can come in, I have him in the dining-room.”
She stepped into the bath-room, the shilling dropped through the aperture, the screw grated as she turned it and the lights sprang to life.
In one corner of the room was a man, a white-faced, sickly looking man with a head too big for his body. His hands were above his head, his lower lip trembled in terror.
Mr. Beale was searching him with thoroughness and rapidity.
“No gun, all right, put your hands down. Now turn out your pockets.”
The man said something in a language which the girl could not understand, and Mr. Beale replied in the same tongue. He put the contents, first of one pocket then of the other, upon the table, and the girl watched the proceedings with open eyes.
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“I see,” said Beale, “now the other pocket–you understand English, my friend?”
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Therein was a small packet which resembled the familiar wrapper of a seidlitz powder. Beale spoke sharply in a language which the girl realized was German, and the man shook his head. He said something which sounded like “No good,” several times.
“I’m going to leave you here alone for awhile,” said Beale, “my friend and I are going downstairs together–I shall not be long.”
They went out of the flat together, the little man with the big head protesting, and she heard their footsteps descending the stairs. Presently Beale came up alone and walked into the sitting-room. And then nike air max 1 the strange unaccountable fact dawned on her–he was perfectly sober.
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“Miss Cresswell,” he said quietly. “I am going to ask you to do me a great favour.”
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He nodded again.
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“In the doctor’s flat,” he said calmly, “you see, the doctor and I are deadly rivals. We are rival scientists, and I was waiting for the hairy man to steal a march on him.”
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