"What is it you suspect?" demanded Markham sharply.
"Not a thing, old dear," blandly declared Vance. "I'm wandering about in a mental murk as empty of signposts as interplanetary space. The jaws of darkness do devour me up; I'm in the dead vast and middle of night. My mental darkness is Egyptian, Stygian, Cimmerian - I'm in a perfect Erebus of tenebrosity."
Markham's jaw tightened in exasperation; he was familiar with this evasive loquacity of Vance's.
(from The "Canary" Murder Case, by S. S. Van Dine)
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