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had entered to whom a brick wall had made no bar!
And suddenly, without warning, began the soft clicking of the box.
He heard before him and behind him the aspirate ejaculations of the Javanese not entirely suppressed, the movement of surprise about him, the shudder of superstitious fear.
Hereford had no superstitions. He tried—he swiftly tried at this sound to take hold of his nerves. Involuntarily he turned his hand to grasp his ward's to calm her, but met her grasp firm upon the same purpose. He smiled as there rioted through his mind strange, half-remembered stories of the East; of treasures guarded in temples by malignant squat deities; of significant jewels like the emerald, which ghostly agents brought
