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Stevenson, Burton Egbert, 1872-1962

"The Gloved Hand"


"Silva had loaded it for to-night's performance," Godfrey went on,
"but, as I remarked before, the leading lady failed to answer her cue,
and it remained for us to touch it off. There it is, Simmonds; I turn
it over to you. It and the glove will make unique additions to the
museum at headquarters. And now," he added, with the wide yawn of
sudden relaxation, "you fellows can make a night of it, if you want
to, but I'm going to bed."
I glanced at my watch. It was half-past four. Another dawn was
brightening along the east.
Hinman ran upstairs, took a look at his patient, and came down to tell
us that she was sleeping calmly.
"She'll be all right in the morning," he assured us; "and while I
don't want to butt in, I'd certainly like to hear her story.
Adventures like this don't happen very often to a country doctor! May
I come?"
"Most surely!" I assented warmly. "I think we were very fortunate to
have had you in this case, doctor."
"So do I!" echoed Godfrey, while Hinman flushed with pleasure. "And
don't forget, Lester, that it was I who picked him out, with nothing
better than the telephone-book to guide me! That was my infallible
instinct!"
"Suppose we say ten o'clock, then?" I suggested, smiling at Godfrey's
exuberance--but then, I was feeling rather exuberant myself!
"I'll be here!" said Hinman.


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