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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve,  The Treasure-Train — VII. The Love Meter (1917)

“ The soft, pleading voice of Anitra Barrios and her big, appealing brown eyes filled with tears were doubly affecting as, in spite of her own feelings, she placed her hand on that of a somewhat younger girl who had accompanied her to the laboratory.
"We were to have been married next month," sobbed Eulalie Sandoval. "Can't you come and see José, Professor Kennedy? There must be something you can do. We fear he is dying—yes, dying."
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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve,  The Treasure-Train — VII. The Love Meter (1917)

“ A few hours and perhaps all clues might have been covered up. But there is always something that goes wrong with crime, always some point where murder cannot be covered up. I think if people could only be got to realize it, as my experience both on the Star and with Kennedy have impressed it on me, murder would become a lost art.
Without another word Kennedy seized his hat and together we hurried to the hotel.
We found Anitra crying softly to herself, while near her sat Eulalie, tearless, stunned by the blow, broken-hearted.
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Portrait of Arthur B. Reeve Arthur B. Reeve,  The Treasure-Train — VII. The Love Meter (1917)

“ Sandoval was a handsome fellow, tall, straight as an arrow, with bushy dark hair and a mustache which gave him a distinguished appearance. Born in Cuba, he had been educated in the United States, had taken special work in the technology of sugar, knew the game from cane to centrifugal and the ship to the sugar trust. He was quite as much a scientist as a business man.
He and Eulalie talked for a moment in low tones in Cuban Spanish, but it needed only to watch his eyes to guess where his heart was. He seemed to fairly devour every move that Anitra made about the apartment.
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