The Power of the Unknown The Escape A Night of Tragedy A Strange Confession I Love You! The Sacrifice A Broken Tile THE JADE GOD The Jade God CHAPTER I THE OLD HOUSE THE OLD HOUSE MR. JARRAD was a tall, lean man, with very quiet eyes, an observant air, and an impassive face. His clothing was unobtrusive and seemed to have arrived at that point of age at which clothing shows no further sign of wear. He was standing near the fireplace of an old-fashioned, oak-paneled room, and from his expression one might assume that he beheld its entire contents at a glance. Presently he fingered a bowl on the gray stone mantelpiece. M “One blue six-inch Delft, slightly chipped in two places on the upper edge,” he drawled. Another man, rather younger, somewhat fatter, was seated at a table. He had something of Mr. Jarrad’s world-weary manner, but the process had not been carried quite so far, and he looked rather less diffident. He raised his eyes from a large book spread open before him and nodded. “On the upper edge,” he repeated mechanically. Mr. Jarrad put his ear to the clock. “One black marble timepiece, apparently in good order, lower left-hand corner damaged, complete with key. Keyhole slightly scratched.” “Yes, we have that.”
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