] CHAPTER XI The second call energized her into action. An unhappy little sigh escaped her. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers. All this muddle to placate his conscience! "Here—quick!" McClintock thrust a cigar into Spurlock's hand. Strange gurgle-like noises emanated from the crypt. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones. ‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur.
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