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Stevenson, Burton Egbert, 1872-1962

"The Gloved Hand"

I could see the same thought in the sardonic gaze which
Goldberger turned upon me; but before either of us could say a word,
the doctor, with a peremptory gesture, had driven us from the room.


CHAPTER XVII
THE VERDICT

Goldberger paused at the stair-head and looked at me, an ironical
light in his eyes. I knew he suspected that Miss Vaughan's story of
the handkerchief was no great surprise to me.
"Well," he asked, "will you wish to put her on the stand?"
I shook my head and started down the stairs, for I was far from
desiring an argument just then, but he stopped me with a hand upon the
sleeve.
"You realise, Mr. Lester," he said, more seriously, "that it is
plainly my duty to cause Swain's arrest?"
"Yes," I assented. "I realise that. Under the circumstances, you can
do nothing else."
He nodded, and we went downstairs together. I saw Swain's eager eyes
upon us as we came out upon the lawn, and his lips were at my ear the
instant I had taken my seat.
"Well?" he whispered.
"She cannot help you," I said. I did not think it necessary to say how
deeply she would hurt him when her testimony was called for in open
court, as, of course, it would be.


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