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I know what I see!" she fiercely answered, with but a slight foreign accent. "You are wrong, Cervera," protested Venner. "I am not! I see and I know!" "But " "Caramba! I say you shall go with me!" "Why, certainly, if you wish it. Am I not here for that?" "You know that I wish it and you shall go." "Whenever you are ready, Sanetta," replied Venner. "Yet your infernal " "Silence!
"You will find it's not impossible, Rufe," she retorted. "I generally go where I wish, and do what I undertake. I have already sent my own jewels and other valuables there by Pylotte. He was here this morning." "But consider, Sanetta," protested Venner, with a darker frown. "Think of what chances you are taking." "Of what?" "Suppose Nick Carter suspects you, and has a shadow on your movements "
The venom of some of these India snakes is horribly rapid in its action." "That's true," cried Chick. "I saw one at the theater that evening, the venom of which would kill a man in ten seconds. A wee bit of a cuss at that." "Probably this was one of the same breed," said Nick, grimly. "At all events, I am sure that murder was the crime, and a snake the means." "And Sanetta Cervera the criminal."
And there, erect on the floor, with her evil countenance a picture of malicious triumph, stood his crafty combatant of the previous night Sanetta Cervera. "Caramba!" she cried, shrilly, with a vicious laugh. "So you've got him! Well done, Dave! Well done!" "Yes, and we'll presently have the other," cried Kilgore, panting hard after his exertions.
He arrived in time to overhear only a few words, however, of which he could make nothing bearing upon the diamond robbery, or relating to the Kilgore gang. "Pshaw! You are entirely wrong, Sanetta," Venner was expostulating, with voice lowered. "Your eyes have deceived you." The woman replied through her teeth, with a hiss like that of a snake. "My eyes deceived me? Never! You lie!
From her position near one of the lower wings, Sanetta Cervera was gazing steadfastly across the stage at something which Chick could not see. The dark eyes of the Spanish dancer had taken on a threatening glare. Her curved brows had drooped and knit, until they formed a straight line below her forehead, and her red lips were drawn and firmly compressed.
"Yet you were mad, Sanetta. You had no grounds for such jealousy, no occasion for such a crime." "I had and you know it! I told you I would do it." "Well, you have tried it, at least," growled Venner, forcing a smile to his gray lips. "And you dare not betray me," repeated Cervera, thrusting the glittering weapon within her dress.
His companion at the bench just then was Sanetta Cervera, the Spanish dancer the murderess of Mary Barton the vicious dare-devil who had served Nick Carter one of her evil tricks that very evening. Cervera had arrived at the diamond plant less than an hour before, and had hurriedly told her confederates the whole story of her crime and her adventure with Nick.
Nick, alone here with Sanetta Cervera!" Kilgore paid but little attention to any of this, and only now and then bestowed a glance upon the vicious woman. Within a minute after their arrival at the plant, the gang had Nick securely bound to a common wooden chair, when they condescended to remove the gag from his mouth. "He may shout himself hoarse here, if he likes," growled Kilgore.
Her voice had fallen to a hiss like that of the reptile mentioned. "You are mad, Sanetta," he cried, irritably. "You have no occasion for this jealousy and hatred." "I have had! You know that I have had and your face shows it!" "You have none now absolutely none now!" His emphatic declaration fell upon Cervera with an effect which Venner did not at first understand.
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