Dead Men Tell No Tales



“And do you really think I am?”

He had unlocked the door; after a pause I heard him lock it again. But I did not see his face until he returned to the bedside. And then it frightened me. It was distorted and discolored with rage and chagrin.

“You’ve been making a fool of me!” he cried fiercely.

“No, I have been considering the matter, Rattray.”

“And you won’t accept my offer?”

“Of course I won’t. I didn’t say I’d been considering that.”


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“And do you really think I am?”

He had unlocked the door; after a pause I heard him lock it again. But I did not see his face until he returned to the bedside. And then it frightened me. It was distorted and discolored with rage and chagrin.

“You’ve been making a fool of me!” he cried fiercely.

“No, I have been considering the matter, Rattray.”

“And you won’t accept my offer?”

“Of course I won’t. I didn’t say I’d been considering that.”


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