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Stevenson, Burton Egbert, 1872-1962

"The Gloved Hand"

"Let's go out and get a breath of air."
I followed him out into the yard--I knew where he was going--among the
trees and up the ladder. Silently we took our places on the limb;
silently we stared out into the darkness.
And there, presently, the strange star glowed and burned steel-blue,
and floated slowly down, and burst above a white-robed figure,
standing as though carved in marble, its arms extended, its head
thrown back.
"That fellow is certainly an artist," Godfrey muttered, as he led the
way back to the house.


CHAPTER XIX
THE YOGI CONQUERS

The events of the day that followed--Sunday--I shall pass over as
briefly as may be. It was for me a day of disappointment, culminating
in despair, and, looking back at it, I remember it as a grey day,
windy, and with gusts of rain.
Dr. Hinman stopped for us, and Godfrey and I accompanied him to the
service over the body of the murdered man. We were the only outsiders
there, besides the undertaker and his assistants, and they were not
admitted to the ceremony. This was witnessed only by Miss Vaughan,
Mahbub and us three. The servants were not there, and neither were
Miss Vaughan's nurses.


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