“Can you spare me a moment?” he asked. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. “After all,” she said, “if this person will not be reasonable, I am afraid——” It was enough. “If one half of the stories about Meysey Hill are true,” he answered, “I would not stretch out my little finger to save his life. Wood, I forget nothing. His foot tapped impatiently, and he took up the papers. Her voice was weak and flat.
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