The door crashed back against the wall inside and both men hurtled into the room, weapons at the ready—and stopped dead. “Thank Heaven, they are bringing the hors d’oeuvres. The doctor reached over and laid his hand upon Spurlock's heart. Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. Good looks, with a melancholy cast, always drew sentimental females. Sure of foot, noiseless, he made the veranda and paused at the side of one of the screened windows. To-morrow I'll wire Cook's and the American Express in Hong-Kong to see if there is any mail.
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