I saw that Emerson was watching me quizzically. ‘Throws your theories off a bit, doesn’t it?’ he enquired. ‘I can hardly say at present,’ I replied. ‘“Quite a long time” is a rather indefinite term. But if it should prove that after all Armadale was already dead when the latest attack took place … No, that would really not surprise me; the alternative theory I had formulated – ’ ‘Curse it, Amelia, have you the infernal gall to pretend…’ Emerson cut the comment short. After a few moments of heavy breathing he bared his teeth at me. The expression was evidently meant to be a smile, for when he continued his voice was sickeningly sweet. ‘I will say no more; I don’t want Ali Hassan to think we are at odds with one another.’ ‘These Arabs do not understand Western means of expressing affection,’ I agreed, somewhat absently. ‘Emerson, we must act at once. We face a dilemma of considerable proportions.’ ‘True. Armadale’s body must be brought back here.
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