Red Masquerade by Louis Joseph Vance
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"Don't go yet," he pleaded. "You've only just dropped in, we haven't had half a chance to chat. Besides, you mustn't forget I've got your pistol and your dirk and the upper hand and a sustaining sense of moral superiority and no end of other advantages over you." "Why," the prince demanded, nervously--"why did you ring?" "To call a cab for you, of course. I don't imagine you want to walk home--do you?--in your present state of shocking disrepair. Of course, if you'd rather ... But do sit down: compose yourself." "Let me be," the other snapped as Lanyard offered good-naturedly to thrust him back into the chair. "I am--quite composed." "That's good! Excellent! Hand steady enough to write me a cheque, do you think?" "What the devil!" "Oh, come now! Don't go off your bat so easily. I'm only going to do you a service--" "Damn your impudence! I want no services of you!" "Oh, yes you do!" Lanyard insisted, unabashed--"or you will when you learn what a kind heart I've got. Now do be nice and stop protesting! You see, you've touched my heart. I'd no idea you were so passionate about that painting. If I had for one instant imagined you cared enough about it to burglarize my rooms ... But now that I do understand, my dear fellow, I |
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