CHAPTER THE NINTH DISCORDS Part 1 One afternoon, soon after Ann Veronica’s great discovery, a telegram came into the laboratory for her. "Upon him!" "Yield, villain, or die!" shouted Thames, drawing his sword and springing towards him. “Is this true, Annabel? Is he dead?” She nodded. " "Come, Sir!" thundered the latter, "no trifling! Perhaps," he added, opening a warrant, "you'll obey this mandate?" "A warrant!" ejaculated Kneebone, starting to his feet. Goopes, she was sure was always high-browed and slow and Socratic. "I suppose I must have been senseless for some time; for, on coming to myself, I found this gash in my head, and the ground covered with blood. Annabel shook her head. He tried again. " "I'm no reader of riddles," said Jonathan.
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