Fred M. White, The Crimson Blind
“ Henson said, quite stoically, "my visitor will have some champagne."She seemed to have dropped once again into the commonplace, painfully exact as a hostess of breeding must be to an unwelcome guest. And yet she never seemed to see him; those dark eyes were looking, ever looking, into the dark future. The meal proceeded in silence save for an oily sarcasm from Henson. In the dense stillness the occasional howl of a dog could be heard. A slight flush of annoyance crossed Henson's broad face."Some day I shall poison all those hounds," he said.Enid looked up at him swiftly. ”
