McDowell made no sign to show that he had heard, yet Keith thrilled
with the conviction that he had struck home. He went on telling briefly
what had happened at Miriam Kirkstone's house the preceding night.
McDowell's face was purple when he described the evidences of Shan
Tung's presence at the house on the hill, but with a mighty effort he
restrained his passion.
"That's it, that's it," he exclaimed, choking back his wrath. "I knew
he was there! And this morning both of them lie about it--both of them,
do you understand! She lied, looking me straight in the eyes. And he
lied, and for the first time in his life he laughed at me, curse me if
he didn't! It was like the gurgle of oil. I didn't know a human could
laugh that way. And on top of that he told me something that I WON'T
believe, so help me God, I won't!"
He jumped to his feet and began pacing back and forth, his hands
clenched behind him. Suddenly he whirled on Keith.
"Why in heaven's name didn't you bring Keith back with you, or, if not
Keith, at least a written confession, signed by him?" he demanded.
This was a blow from behind for Keith. "What--what has Keith got to do
with this?" he stumbled.
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