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A key clicked in the terrace door-a voice swore muffledly at the rain. / Dale lowered her revolver slowly. It was Richard Fleming-come to meet / her here, instead of down by the drive.
She had telephoned him on an impulse. But now, as she looked at him in / the light of her single candle, she wondered if this rather dissipated, / rather foppish young man about town, in his early thirties, could / possibly understand and appreciate the motives that had driven her to / seek his aid. Still, it was for Jack! She clenched her teeth and / resolved to go through with the plan mapped out in her mind. It might / be a desperate expedient but she had nowhere else to turn!