Death Sleep

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IT was nearly midnight when a taxicab stopped in front of the exclusive Vanderpool Apartments. Two persons alighted from the car. One was a gentleman attired in a full-dress suit; the other a lady who wore a magnificent leopard-skin coat. The door man bowed as they entered the lobby of the Vanderpool.

Clark Doring and his wife were frequent visitors to this apartment house. When they stepped into the elevator, the operator bowed and pressed the automatic stop for the fifth floor. He knew that these arrivals were coming to join the party in progress at the apartment of Seth Tanning.

Arrived at the fifth floor, Doring and his wife turned right and walked to the end of the single corridor. They stopped at the last door. Doring smiled. Sounds of hilarity were coming from within. Clinking glasses, voices of men and women were audible to the arrivals in the corridor.

“The game of bridge,” chuckled Doring, “as they play it at the Tannings. Time out between hands for a round of drinks and a lot of chatter. Well, Mabel, I approve of the idea. I never could take bridge seriously.”

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