I heard Audrey give a little gasp

　　I heard Audrey give a little gasp. Mr Abney's anger becamemodified by a touch of doubt,fake uggs boots. I could see that these words, bylifting the accusation from the wholly absurd to the somewhatplausible, had impressed him. Once again I was gripped by theuneasy feeling that Sam had an unsuspected card to play. Thismight be bluff, but it had a sinister ring.
　　'You might say,' went on Sam smoothly, 'that this was creditableto Mr Burns's heart. But, from my employer's viewpoint and yours,too, it was a chivalrous impulse that needed to be checked. Willyou please read this, sir?'
　　He handed a letter to Mr Abney, who adjusted his glasses and beganto read--at first in a detached, judicial way, then with startledeagerness.
　　'I felt it necessary to search among Mr Burns's papers, sir, inthe hope of finding--'
　　And then I knew what he had found. From the first the blue-greynotepaper had had a familiar look. I recognized it now. It wasCynthia's letter, that damning document which I had been madenough to read to him in London. His prediction that the luckwould change had come amazingly true.
　　I caught Sam's eye. For the second time he was unfeeling enough towink. It was a rich, comprehensive wink,fake uggs, as expressive and joyousas a college yell.
　　Mr Abney had absorbed the letter and was struggling for speech. Icould appreciate his emotion. If he had not actually beennurturing a viper in his bosom, he had come, from his point ofview, very near it. Of all men, a schoolmaster necessarily lookswith the heartiest dislike on the would-be kidnapper,Fake Designer Handbags.
　　As for me, my mind was in a whirl. I was entirely without a plan,without the very beginnings of a plan, to help me cope with thisappalling situation. I was crushed by a sense of the utterhelplessness of my position. To denounce Sam was impossible; toexplain my comparative innocence was equally out of the question.
　　The suddenness of the onslaught had deprived me of the power ofcoherent thought. I was routed.
　　Mr Abney was speaking.
　　'Is your name Peter, Mr Burns?'
　　I nodded. Speech was beyond me.
　　'This letter is written by--ah--by a lady. It asks you in setterms to--ah--hasten to kidnap Ogden Ford. Do you wish me to readit to you,UGG Clerance? Or do you confess to knowing its contents?'
　　He waited for a reply. I had none to make.
　　'You do not deny that you came to Sanstead House for thedeliberate purpose of kidnapping Ogden Ford?'
　　I had nothing to say. I caught a glimpse of Audrey's face, coldand hard, and shifted my eyes quickly. Mr Abney gulped. His facewore the reproachful expression of a cod-fish when jerked out ofthe water on the end of a line. He stared at me with painedrepulsion. That scoundrelly old buccaneer Sam did the same. Helooked like a shocked bishop.
　　'I--ah--trusted you implicitly,' said Mr Abney.
　　Sam wagged his head at me reproachfully. With a flicker of spiritI glared at him. He only wagged the more.
　　It was, I think, the blackest moment of my life. A wild desire forescape on any terms surged over me. That look on Audrey's face wasbiting into my brain like an acid.