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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"The Black Box"


"I wonder if you have it very badly," she murmured.
He held her hand for a moment.
"I think you know," he said.
As they talked they heard the coyotes barking in the distance. Presently
Laura and the Inspector returned.
"Nice sort of nurse I am," the former grumbled. "It's all the fault of
this man. He would keep me out there talking rubbish."
"We were watching you, dear," Lenora said quietly. "Somehow it didn't seem
to us that you were particularly anxious to get away."
The Inspector chuckled.
"That's one for Miss Laura," he declared, with an air of satisfaction.
"Little bit hard on me generally."
"Oh! I'm all right if I'm left alone," Laura retorted, bustling around.
"Come along, you folks, if we are going to have any supper to-night."
They sat round the opening before Lenora's tent till the moon was high in
the heavens. Quest, who had been on the outside of the circle for some
little time, suddenly rose to his feet and crossed over to the cook wagon.
Long Jim, who was sitting on the steps, glanced up a little surlily.
"Who's inside there?" Quest asked.
Long Jim removed his pipe from his teeth.
"That don't sound none too civil a question for a guest," he remarked,
"but if you want to know, our new Chinese cookie is there."
Quest nodded.
"Sorry if I seemed abrupt," he apologised. "You've been very good to us
and I'm sure we are uncommonly obliged to you, Jim. The only reason I
asked the question was that I saw a face in the door there and it gave me
a start.


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