As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. Grace, confidence, the power of movement even, seemed gone from her. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’ one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and Drummond and his lot were with us. Her steps slowed. It seemed to her that her father was in some inexplicable way meaner-looking than she had supposed, and yet also, as unaccountably, appealing. Sheppard. He was wary of her, which meant that perhaps they had found one or many of the bodies that she thought she had hidden so well. The carpenter threw himself flat upon the starling to avoid the fury of the wind.
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