A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. Your name?" "Owen Wood," replied the carpenter; "I've no reason to be ashamed of it. Everett’s gaze dropped to the papers in his hand. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. About two weeks ago.
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