Funny
how things happen--quite a coincidence, your name. Well, come on;
it's that packing-case you saw in the attic upstairs. I want you
to help me downstairs with that--Charley Wright."
CHAPTER IX
THE ATTIC OF MYSTERY
Robert Dunn was by no means sure that he was not going to his death
as he went out of Ella's room on his way to the attics above, for
he had perceived a certain doubt and suspicion in Deede Dawson's
manner, and he thought it very likely that a fatal intention lay
behind.
But he obeyed with a brisk promptitude of manner, like one who saw
a prospect of escape opening before him, and as he went he saw that
Ella had relapsed into her former indifference and was once more
giving all her attention to bathing her wrists with eau-de-Cologne;
and he saw, too, that Deede Dawson, following close behind, kept
always his revolver ready.
"Perhaps he only wants to get me out of her way before he shoots,"
he reflected. "Perhaps there is room in that packing-case for two.
It will be strange to die. Shall I try to rush him? But he would
shoot at once, and I shouldn't have a chance. One thing, if
anything happens to me, no one will ever know what's become of poor
Charley."
And this seemed to him a great pity, so that he began to form
confused and foolish plans for securing that his friend's fate
should become known.
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