’ Hilary’s jaw dropped open, and he stood stupidly staring, the nun’s clothing dangling from his hand. "I wouldn't give a betel-nut for a man who wouldn't stick to his guns, if he believed himself in the right. " "Uh-huh. "Mr. Why hadn't he gone on with the girl's story? What instinct had stuffed it back into his throat? Why the inexplicable impulse to hurry this rather pathetic derelict on his way? CHAPTER XV Previous to his illness, Spurlock's mind had been tortured by an appalling worry, so that now, in the process of convalescence, it might be compared to a pool which had been violently stirred: there were indications of subsidence, but there were still strange forms swirling on the surface—whims and fancies which in normal times would never have risen above sub-consciousness. He taught her about crowds, which men were the evilest, how to locate and dispose society’s garbage. He began shoveling dirt over the bodies. The detective rapidly sketched the appearance of the room in his notebook, and picked up the pistol from under the table. . The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience.
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