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Updated: June 14, 2025
The sight of this last whetted Kerry's hunger; he almost ran to the shelf, and groaned as he found the first can filled with gunpowder, the next with shot, and the third containing some odds and ends of string and nails. He had knelt to inspect a rude box, when a little sound caused him to turn.
In Kerry's pocket a pair of steel handcuffs clicked against each other. Any moment of the time that he was dressing the outlaw's hand, identifying at short range a dozen marks enumerated in the description furnished him, he could have snapped them upon those great wrists and made his host his prisoner.
Seton's hand fastened like a vise on to Kerry's shoulder, and: "Merciful God!" he whispered; "what was it? Who was it?" "If it wasn't a spirit it was a woman," replied Kerry hoarsely; "and a woman very near to her end." "Kerry!"
Into Kerry's sanguine face there surged a yet deeper red; his shoulders heaved; the tears sprang to his eyes; and before his host could guess the root of his emotion the Irishman was sobbing, furiously, noisily, turned away, his head upon his arm. The humiliation of it ate into his soul; and the tooth was sharpened by his own misdeeds.
The man returned his stare, looking him up and down in a manner meant to be contemptuous. Kerry's fierce, intolerant gaze became transferred to the face and then the figure of the woman. He tilted his hat further forward and turned aside. The woman's glance followed him, to the marked disgust of her companion. "Oh," she whispered, "what a delightfully savage man! He looks positively uncivilized.
P'r'aps J. G. Kerry's got that vice same as me." "Anyhow, we'll get to know all we want when he goes into the witness box at the Logan murder trial next week. That's what I'm waitin' for," Deely returned, with a grin of anticipation.
"Now this man Kazmah," resumed the Chief Inspector. "Did you ever see him again?" "Never. I have been trying for months and months to find out who he is." Kerry's face became very grim. "About ten trained men are trying to find that out at the present moment!" he rapped. "Do you think he wore a make-up?" "He may have done so," Margaret admitted.
As he spoke he released Ah Fung, and Ah Fung made one wild leap towards the stairs. Kerry's fist caught him behind the ear as he sprang, and he went down like a dead man upon a small heap of coal which filled the angle of the cellar. Breathing rapidly and having his teeth so tightly clenched that his maxillary muscles protruded lumpishly, Kerry stood looking at the fallen man.
Through this aching desolation Kerry's cries stabbed like knife-thrusts.... And then little Pitache lifted his head, cocked a listening ear and an alert eye, perked up his black nose, thumped an expressive tail, and barked. It was a welcoming bark; Kerry, hearing it, stiffened statue-like at the window and fell to whining in his throat. The garden gate had clicked.
P'r'aps J. G. Kerry's got that vice same as me." "Annyhow, we'll get to know all we want when he goes into the witness box at the Logan murder trial next week. That's what I'm waitin' for, "Deely returned, with a grin of anticipation.
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