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Stevenson, Burton Egbert, 1872-1962

"The Gloved Hand"


"He cut himself on a piece of glass," Godfrey explained. "You'd better
take him over to my place, where he can be quiet."
"I've got my car outside," said the doctor, and together he and I
raised Swain from the chair and led him to it.
He went docilely and without objection, and ten minutes later, was
safely in bed, already dozing off under the influence of the opiate
the doctor had given him. "He'll be all right in the morning," the
latter assured me. "But he must have got quite a blow over the head."
"I don't know what happened to him," I answered. "You'll come back
with me, won't you?"
"Yes; I may be useful," and he turned the car back the way we had
come. "Besides," he added, frankly, "I'm curious to learn what
happened in that house to-night."
He had certainly shown himself equal to emergencies, I reflected; and
I liked his voice and his manner, which was cool and capable.
"My name is Lester," I said. "I'm a lawyer staying with Mr. Godfrey.
We heard Miss Vaughan scream and ran over to the house, but we don't
know any more than you do."
"My name is Hinman, and I'm just a country doctor," said my companion;
"but if I can be of any help, I hope you'll call upon me.


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