Gad! a
powerful hand that! He stood a moment thinking, pinching up his chin the
while. He had had his suspicions of Borkins, but the face that he had
seen in the moonlight was not the butler's face. _Whose, then, was it?_
CHAPTER XIII
A GRUESOME DISCOVERY
Through the long watches of the night Cleek sat there thinking, his chin
sunk in one hand, his eyes narrowed down to pin-points, the whole alert
personality of the man vitally dominant. No, he would not tell any one
of the happening except Dollops and Mr. Narkom. It would only invite
suspicion, throw the house into a state of unrest which was the very
thing that he was anxious to avoid. As dawn broke, and the danger for
that night was past, he got to his feet, plunged his face into cold
water, which cleared away the cobwebs, undressed, and then tackled the
question of the injured bedding.
The mattress could be turned--that was easy enough, and the slit would
probably not be noticed. The bedclothes, too, might be turned the other
way up, and with care the injured parts tucked in tightly at the bottom.
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