I saw the blood come as he rolled over. Black blood and white bone flew into the corners of the crypt, slathering the dead faces of the corpses left piled in the corner. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it.
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