"Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. ‘I must. It seemed to emanate from the back of the house. Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. You did not find him, but did you find his pistol? In the room beyond the bookroom there—a big room where a table had fallen. For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with discontent. Forgetting her occupation in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and turned, with flashing eyes and an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen spouse. "You've charged with assisting your comrade, Jack Sheppard, to purloin certain articles of value from a jewel-case belonging to Lady Trafford. And when I have finished killing your major, I shall also kill you. I did not want anything made smooth and easy for me.
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