Jack's former attempt to pass up the chimney, it may be remembered, was obstructed by an iron bar. ‘Typical. Your maid would not be of the least protection. ’ She set down her glass with a snap. Ruth came to him directly. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. “Heavens!” she exclaimed. At once. She was definitely following him. ’ ‘I am afraid that there is,’ Gerald told her evenly.
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