Herman Cyril McNeile

Herman Cyril McNeile

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Portrait of Herman Cyril McNeile Herman Cyril McNeile The Third Round (McClure's Magazine 1923-24… (1923-24)

HE let go suddenly, and the professor collapsed in his chair, only to stand up again to face the other bravely.
“A man can only die once,” he said simply. “And men have been tortured in vain for other things besides religion. To me my science is my religion. I knew you would find no diamond in the retort—and you never will. You may torture me to death, you vile scoundrel—but never, never, never will I tell you my secret.”
Gently, almost caressingly, Mr. Robinson stroked his mutton-chop whiskers.
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Portrait of Herman Cyril McNeile Herman Cyril McNeile The Third Round (McClure's Magazine 1923-24… (1923-24)

Robinson's eyes, and involuntarily Freyder shuddered. Anger, rage, passion he had seen on many men's faces, but never before such cold-blooded ferocity as that which showed on the face of the man opposite.
“We all have our weaknesses, Freyder, and I confess that Drummond is mine. And incredible though it may sound to you, if it were necessary for me to choose between revenge on him and getting away with Professor Goodman's secret, I believe I would choose the former.”
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Portrait of Herman Cyril McNeile Herman Cyril McNeile The Third Round (McClure's Magazine 1923-24… (1923-24)

But Sir Raymond could wait; there would be plenty of time later to deal with that gentleman and his syndicate. The man who called himself Edward Blackton was his immediate concern. And Drummond had no illusions now as to his identity. It was Carl Peterson again, and with the faintest flicker of a smile he acknowledged the touch of genius that had caused him to pass on his little mannerism to the genuine Scheidstrun.
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