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me. Don’t think I can’t read you—the pair of you. You have made the last years of my father’s life a hell. And what does his death mean to you? This woman with a big share of my father’s money—and no more need of secrecy. Take care, Doctor Parker. Lie low. I’m telling you—the fog is a rotten alibi.”
“You’re a lawyer,” Parker cried. “You know I could have you in court for talk like that.”
“Don’t worry,” said Drew. “Before this affair is ended you’ll have me in court—or I’ll have you!”
They faced each other, evidently on the verge of blows. But over Drew’s shoulder Doctor Parker caught a look from the eyes of Carlotta Drew, and backing away he stepped to the window. I turned to Mary Will. She seemed to have heard nothing; her gaze had never left the head of the stairs.
“Mary Will—what is it—what’s the matter?” I said softly.
