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Updated: June 14, 2025
He pulled her down on to his knee and kissed her. "It's twelve hours since I saw you," he said. She rested her arm on the back of the saddle-back chair, and her dark head close beside Kerry's fiery red one. "I kenned ye had a new case on," she said, "when it grew so late. How long can ye stay?" "An hour. No more. There's a lot to do before the papers come out in the morning.
Kerry clenched his fists. "And great sorrow may be spared to others," concluded the Eurasian. Kerry's teeth snapped together audibly; then, putting on his hat, he turned and walked straight to the door. Dan Kerry, junior, was humorously like his father, except that he was larger-boned and promised to grow into a much bigger man.
Kerry's anxiety became acute, almost unendurable; and when at last, after repeated attempts, no reply could be obtained from his home, he replaced the receiver and leaned for a moment on the desk, shaken with such a storm of apprehension as he had rarely known. He turned to the inspector in charge, and: "Let me have that envelope I left with you," he directed.
Her mother sat at a sewing-machine intent upon some work, the needle eating up a spreading piece of cloth. "What are you making, mother?" Kitty asked. "New blinds for Mr. Kerry's bedroom-he likes this green colour," the widow added with a slight flush, due to leaning over the sewing-machine, no doubt. "Everybody does everything for him," remarked the girl almost pettishly.
His brooding eyes were on the fire; his voice which had halted before the words "my wife," then taken them with a quick gulp broke a little every time he said "she" or "her." Kerry's heart jumped when he heard the mention of that little Western farm why, it might have been in the very locality he and Katy looked longingly toward.
She looked at the presentation clock on the mantelpiece and puzzled over the signatures engraved upon a large silver dish which commemorated the joy displayed by the Criminal Investigation Department upon the occasion of Kerry's promotion to the post of Chief Inspector. The door opened and Kerry came in. He had arisen and completed his toilet in several seconds less than five minutes.
Kerry's mouth was open, his jaw fallen; he stared through the smoke at his host as though he saw him now for the first time. Kerry belongs to a people who love or hate obviously and openly; that the outlaw should have known him from the first for a police officer, a creature of prey upon his track, and should have treated him as a friend, as a brother, appalled and repelled him.
"You are shortly to be promoted to a post which no one is better fitted to occupy. You enjoy great domestic happiness, and you possess a son in whom you repose great hopes. In this respect Chief Inspector, I resemble you." Kerry's nostrils were widely dilated, but he did not speak. "You see," continued the Eurasian, "I know many things about you. Indeed, I have watched your career with interest.
What she was thinking of as she sang with Kerry's coat in her hand it would be hard to discover by the process of elimination, as the detectives say when tracking down a criminal.
His eyes roved over the pleasant workroom with its books and cabinets, its air of homely comfort; through the open door one glimpsed the smaller bedroom, the crucifix on the white wall. He dropped his hand on Kerry's head, close against his knee, and drew a sharp breath.
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