Then the curtain was parted, and a man's face peered into the room, with
eyes so devilish in their glitter as to make the woman's flesh creep.
"Keep it. August sent it. He won't be home to-night," said a deep,
gutteral voice.
Then the face disappeared.
The window-sash fell with a loud crash, followed by the most solemn
silence.
For fully five minutes Mrs. Bordine stood petrified, without
articulation.
What had happened?
The moment she could gather her senses sufficiently, she crossed the
floor and gazed at the object that lay under the window.
An ordinary newspaper was twisted about it, and when Mrs. Bordine took it
in her hand, she realized that the substance was of metal.
Swiftly she unwound the paper.
As she held up her prize an involuntary exclamation fell from her lips.
She held in her hand a glittering dagger, with gold hilt, and point as
keen as a briar. It was a beautiful weapon.
There was something in the glitter of the dainty weapon that was
fascinating.
The hilt was of gold, and the serpent's head that formed the design held
a pair of glittering eyes that made the woman's flesh creep.
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