Constance Dunlap

Arthur B Reeve

ISBN 10: 1421894092 / ISBN 13: 9781421894096

Verlag: 1St World Library - Literary Society Okt 2008, 2008

Beschreibung

Neuware - There was something of the look of the hunted animal brought to bay at last in Carlton Dunlap's face as he let himself into his apartment late one night toward the close of the year. On his breath was the lingering odor of whisky, yet in his eye and hand none of the effects. He entered quietly, although there was no apparent reason for such excessive caution. Then he locked the door with the utmost care, although there was no apparent reason for caution about that, either. Even when he had thus barricaded himself, he paused to listen with all the elemental fear of the cave man who dreaded the footsteps of his pursuers. In the dim light of the studio apartment he looked anxiously for the figure of his wife. Constance was not there, as she had been on other nights, uneasily awaiting his return. What was the matter His hand shook a trifle now as he turned the knob of the bedroom door and pushed it softly open.

Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 9781421894096

Bibliografische Details

• Titel: Constance Dunlap
• Verlag: 1St World Library - Literary Society Okt 2008
• Erscheinungsjahr: 2008
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN-10: 1421894092
• ISBN-13: 9781421894096
• Einband: Buch
• Zustand: Neu

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There was something of the look of the hunted animal brought to bay at last in Carlton Dunlap's face as he let himself into his apartment late one night toward the close of the year. On his breath was the lingering odor of whisky, yet in his eye and hand none of the effects. He entered quietly, although there was no apparent reason for such excessive caution. Then he locked the door with the utmost care, although there was no apparent reason for caution about that, either. Even when he had thus barricaded himself, he paused to listen with all the elemental fear of the cave man who dreaded the footsteps of his pursuers. In the dim light of the studio apartment he looked anxiously for the figure of his wife. Constance was not there, as she had been on other nights, uneasily awaiting his return. What was the matter? His hand shook a trifle now as he turned the knob of the bedroom door and pushed it softly open.