. The voice in the rice . o o o so o O tn c M IS 2 ?-a Uh s Lh r^ ?3 -C3 J3 o .s C J3 ID C j: J. f 1 v; IE fi w -w- TRAGIC END OF A FARCE judgment claimed that an hour hadpassed. I knew Shirley to be impetu-ous,, hot-headed and rash. If either of ^us was to guess short it would be he. \;» But he waited—and I waited. And Ibegan to think that he knew what hewas about. Surely, I thought, it is a?minute now, surely. Suddenly:J Time! said Shirley. Mr. Santee Moore looked at hiswatch, but did not change expression. Amoment later: Time! said I. Mr. Santee Moore smiled. Sharp work, he said, gentle
. The voice in the rice . o o o so o O tn c M IS 2 ?-a Uh s Lh r^ ?3 -C3 J3 o .s C J3 ID C j: J. f 1 v; IE fi w -w- TRAGIC END OF A FARCE judgment claimed that an hour hadpassed. I knew Shirley to be impetu-ous,, hot-headed and rash. If either of ^us was to guess short it would be he. \;» But he waited—and I waited. And Ibegan to think that he knew what hewas about. Surely, I thought, it is a?minute now, surely. Suddenly:J Time! said Shirley. Mr. Santee Moore looked at hiswatch, but did not change expression. Amoment later: Time! said I. Mr. Santee Moore smiled. Sharp work, he said, Shirleys guess is short of the min-ute by forty-five seconds; Mr. Bournesby forty-four—call it. So it was my first turn. Shirley stoodmotionless, but by no means I struck him open-handed over hislower left cheek and jaw with all mymight and main. He went to the groundas if he had fallen all the way from theclouds—his hands open, his fingers wideapart like star-fish. Lord Nairn smothered an oath andwheeled rapidly toward him. But Ihad already knelt and taken his rightha
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