“That he should see for himself whether the daughter showed any sign of the nervous strain and agitation the father had so clearly betrayed seemed to him important, but when he knocked at the door of the flat he at first got no answer and yet heard sounds from within to show the flat was occupied. He knocked again – again – a loud, authoritative knock. This time the door was flung open almost immediately by an excited, flushed-looking Dorothy, who evidently recognised him at once. ‘Oh, it’s ...you,’ she cried, with an old mixture of relief and apprehension, and, not stopping to ask him his business, dashed back across the box-like hall into the tiny sitting-room. Bobby followed quickly, without waiting to be asked, for it was evident enough that something unusual was happening, and in the sitting-room he found presented an interesting tableau of young Mr Aske with clenched fists, blazing eyes, and a face white with passion, standing over the prostrate figure of another man, whose face was covered with blood streaming from an extremely swollen nose, while above it one eye was rapidly becoming eclipsed in a rainbow blaze of many colours and a swiftly rising Mount Everest kind of a bump.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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