![]() He sniff'ed again, as he spoke, and rubbed his blunt, snout-like nose with his gloved finger. Gaunt, awful! It's just about going to kill my mother-the notoriety, and all! That's the strangest part of it, although it's a huge house, and the servants all sleep away up-stairs, above the rooms of the family and guests, and the den is on the ground floor, at the back. ![]() Murdered! Did anyone hear the shot fired? The young man shuddered, and licked his dry lips, his nostrils twitching. Garret Appleton, was found dead this morning, in his den, with a bullet in his heart! He'd been murdered in the night I Appleton laid his hat and stick upon the writing-table, sniffing nervously as he did so, and seated himself. Appleton, he said, composedly, and tell me what I can do for you. Just now, the face was mask-like with horror, and the eyes were telescoped, like those of a defunct crab but of these indications Gaunt was, of course, in ignorance. He was a man of perhaps the early thirties, slightly thick of neck and girth, slightly bald, with a round puffy pink face, and round, staring blue eyes. ![]() Appleton crossed the threshold, dropped the cane he was carrying with a clatter upon the floor, retrieved it, and stood before Gaunt's chair. Presently, returning footfalls could be heard- Jenkin's regular, cat-like tread, and shorter, nervous, uneven steps accompanying him. Miss Barnes gathered up her papers, and passed into an inner room, and Gaunt seated himself in a deep leather chair, and waited. The man had tried unsuccessfully to break a will, or something of the sort. Miss Barnes, had read to him in the morning papers, lately. Yates Appleton? What was it that the name seemed vaguely to convey? Oh, yes I Something his secretary. He turned to a large writing-desk in a comer.Ī tall, angular, precise young woman came forward, and took the card from his hand. His fingertips traveled over the heavily engraved card but the lettering upon it was too elaborate for his sense of touch to spell for him. He had at least succeeded in breaking Jenkins of the habit of shoving things into his hand. The comers of his mobile, smooth-shaven mouth twitched again. Gaunt approached, and took the card from the salver. Jenkins entered, with a small salver in his hand. He had never been able to break Jenkins of that unnecessary note of warning. In a moment, however, a softly treading footfall might have been heard on the carpeted hall there was a moment's hesitation, and then a quick tap at the door, accompanied by an involuntary deferential cough.ĭamon Gaunt smiled slightly to himself. He turned suddenly from the window, and stood expectant, although no sound audible to the normal ear had broken the stillness within the house. How a being deprived of one of the senses-by the majority considered the most essential-could engage, and successfully, in a profession that required every attribute, every resource, known to mankind, developed to the nth degree, seemed inexplicable. The man's condition and his career would seem in themselves to be paradoxical. No man loved life- vibrant, pulsating life-more than Damon Gaunt, nor more deeply yearned to know it to the full.īut he had never permitted himself to regret the sight, which from birth had been denied to him, save in his life-work, the detection of crime. He sighed deeply as he stood at the window, his fingertips touching delicately here and there the trailing tendrils of ivy that reached out boldly from the trellised vine, which clambered over the brick walls of the house. Although, in passing, he had touched the different articles of furniture in his path casually and lightly, with those long, slim, wonderfully sensitive fingers of his, it had been but absent-mindedly, not gropingly hesitant, and it was not until one looked straight and level into his soft, deep-brown eyes that one realized they were sightless. Rising from his chair, Damon Gaunt crossed the library to the window, and flung it wide, drinking in the sultry air of early autumn as though he loved it, listening to the familiar noises of the street with ears eagerly at' tuned.
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![]() given these reasons it's also a fair assumption that the USA would be one of, if not the best nations baseball team. in fact when you want to play as a NBA basketball pro you probably have to pay some out of your own pocket to cover the insurance in case you hurt yourself or your club's owner won't allow you to play. meaning clubs have no obligation to send their players to official world cups, olympics etc. In general when it comes to American Sports leagues, they're not part of any association like FIBA, FIFA, etc. In basketball things have changed tremendously since the 1992 olympics and a lot of great players stay in europe because they don't adopt well to the NBA rules, Juan Carlos Navarro comes to mind who did play for Memphis for a year and went back to Barcelona. ![]() since all of the good player's from any nation play in the MLB anyway it's a fair assumption that the world series winner is the best team in the world. ![]() Well football ( soccer just to make sure because of context :) ) does have both a nations and club world cup, you could consider the world series being the baseball club world championship. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD |
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