CHAPTER SEVEN
SADIE WIMPEL kept her eye on Dorgan as he backed against the wall. She watched him quite as closely as he watched the door. Yet as she did so she was not altogether idle. She quietly picked up the two sheets of India paper folded together on the table. Then with her eyes still on Dorgan she unbuttoned her shirt-waist and as quietly secreted the papers, reassuring herself of their safety before she let her gaze wander from her enemy's face.
The next moment she was lounging indolently back in her chair, viewing with veiled eyes the door through which Keudell would enter. Yet for all her pose of impassivity a close observer might have noticed the quickened throb of her throat-pulse and the quickened rise and fall of her breast, for she was only too keenly aware that the advent of Keudell meant the advent of a newer and a greater peril.
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