Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . ently tothe opera and the Bois. But at best, thisprocedure has never been without the ele-ment of danger; serious danger we maysuspect, as it is whispered that already atleast two young gallants, both of good family,have very nearly paid with their lives for their acquaintance with this handsome, well-bred woman. . Her obsession, which is the mania forstrangling young men, seems to know nobounds. It is said that she exercises herbeautiful hands and wrists continually tokeep them strong— Mr. Blue might have read farther, buthe did
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . ently tothe opera and the Bois. But at best, thisprocedure has never been without the ele-ment of danger; serious danger we maysuspect, as it is whispered that already atleast two young gallants, both of good family,have very nearly paid with their lives for their acquaintance with this handsome, well-bred woman. . Her obsession, which is the mania forstrangling young men, seems to know nobounds. It is said that she exercises herbeautiful hands and wrists continually tokeep them strong— Mr. Blue might have read farther, buthe did not. He had released the littlebird, whose flutterings had changed toserpent writhings in the cage of his icyhand. And now, although he did notwant to look at it, he had to look at lay there in its owners lap, lovely,rose-tipped, subtly powerful. It seemeduneasy. Under the soft, translucent skinthe muscles stirred slumbrously, and hefancied they looked hungry. His throatfilled up, but he felt desperately of asudden that he must not clear it, or in. OF THE TORRENT OF WORDS MR. BLUE COULD MAKE NOTHING MR. BLUE, KIDNAPPER 273 any other way draw attention to it. . .Where was she taking him? The next moment he aroused himselfsufficiently to pound on the glass beforehim frantically. He saw his hotel ap-proaching—his own hotel. As the vehi-cle stopped he made an attempt to springout, but was detained by a viselike gripon his wrist. My hotel! My hotel! he explainedin gestures. That was unfortunate, forshe got out, too, and calmly followedhim in. Now for it, he muttered to himselfas he approached the English-speak-ing clerk and prepared to pay his wondered how he ought to say it;whether he ought to cry out, She iscrazy! or—or—what? Yes, what? Asense of futility crushed him. TheEnglish-speaking clerk did not speakEnglish, really. How then could hehope to make him comprehend why he,Mr. Blue, should be in the company of,nay, clung to by, a charming and well-dressed l
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