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Portrait of Frank L. Packard Frank L. Packard The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale… (1919)

Clancy, as he had introduced himself, shot up the roller shade, peered out into the courtyard, yanked the shade down again with a callous jerk that almost tore it from its fastenings, and strode over toward the easel, contemptuously kicking a chair that happened to be in his way over onto the floor. Reaching the easel he picked up the canvas that rested upon it, stared at it for a moment—and with a grunt of disdain flung it away from him to the ground.
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Portrait of Frank L. Packard Frank L. Packard The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale… (1919)

SMARLINGHUE
A DIMINUTIVE gas-jet's sickly, yellow flame illuminated the room with poverty-stricken inadequacy; high up on the wall, bordering the ceiling, the moonlight, as though contemptuous of its artificial competitor, streamed in through a small, square window, and laid a white, flickering path to the door across a filthy and disreputable rag of carpet; also, through a rent in the roller shade, which was drawn over a sort of antiquated French window that opened on a level with the floor and in line with the top-light, the moonlight disclosed a narrow and squalid courtyard without.
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Portrait of Frank L. Packard Frank L. Packard The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale… (1919)

You haven't anything to be afraid of, so don't lose your nerve. Malay himself is away this evening and won't be back before midnight; and the door won't be locked, as otherwise the others couldn't get in. Everything's clear for you. Savvy? Once you're in the room, there's plenty of places to hide—and that's all you've got to do, except keep your ears and eyes open. Get the lay?"
Again Smarlinghue nodded—unhappily this time.
"All right!" said Clancy crisply. "I'm not coming around here any more—unless I have to. It might put you in bad.
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