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He opened his eyes without giving any other sign of waking. "Hallo! What are you looking at me for?" The tone was not impatient, but she heard in it an implication of fear. "Papa, are your troubles anything like Jack Berrington's?" He gazed at her without moving a muscle or changing a shade.
"My father has everything to do with it," Beatrice said. "Does he not look happy and prosperous! And yet you can never tell. And there was a time when he was so very different. And the mere thought that any action of mine would bring disgrace upon him " Beatrice paused as she felt Berrington's eyes upon her. The expression of his face showed that she had said enough, and more than enough.
"I did," Beatrice said eagerly. "She came here by mistake; evidently she had quite lost herself in this barrack of a place. She was dressed from head to foot in silver grey, she had just the eyes and hair that you describe. And when I asked her who she was, she merely said that she was the Slave of the Bond and vanished." Colonel Berrington's entrée lay neglected on his plate.
"Why, only to-night in this very room." "Ah!" the word came with a gasp almost like pain from Berrington's lips. The laughter and chatter of the dinner-table gave these two a sense of personal isolation. "That is remarkable. I am looking for a grey lady, and I trace her to this hotel quite by accident, and simply because I am dining here to-night. And you saw her in this room?"
The voice suddenly ceased, and a cry of pain floated up again. All the old fighting spirit raged in Berrington's veins now. He was going to be free, he would have a weapon that he well knew how to use in his hands, and he had obtained information of the most valuable kind. With his hand on the knob of the door he followed directions. Four times to the right and three to the left!
Berrington pulled him up sharp. "No tricks," he said sternly. "Now none of those electrical contrivances of yours. If you move so much as an inch further I'll shoot you like a dog." Sartoris pulled up suddenly. He did not need to look at Berrington's face to feel sure that he was in deadly earnest. At the same time the man called Reggie leaped at Berrington's throat and bore him backwards.
If doing so sufficed to keep a lady out of it Mrs. Berrington's life should have flowed like the rivers of Eden. Laura, as soon as her brother-in-law had been in the room a moment, had a particular fear; she had seen him twice noticeably under the influence of liquor; she had not liked it at all and now there were some of the same signs.
The thought was uppermost in Berrington's mind as he laid a hand on the door. Then he reeled back as if struck by some stupendous unseen force. A great pain gripped him from head to foot, his brain seemed to be on fire. In vain he strove to release his hand on the door knob; it seemed welded to the metal. From head to foot the shooting agony went on.
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