8/25 "My God, Sir Terence, you don't believe that I--" Sir Terence interrupted him. The voice in which he spoke was stern, almost sad; but his eyes gleamed with fiendish mockery the while. It was Polichinelle that spoke--Polichinelle that mocks what time he slays. "What were you doing here ?" he asked, and it was like moving the checkmating piece. He cast a desperate upward glance at the balcony overhead. |