The door was opened, and Austin entered the cell, when he absolutely recoiled before the spectacle he beheld, and could scarcely have looked more alarmed if the prison had tumbled about his ears. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. “Then either this man shot himself or some one else shot him immediately before your arrival—or rather if it was not himself the person who did it was in the room, say two minutes, before you arrived. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. “But have you ever thought that you might be attracting negative attention to yourself by looking like you do? Like I said, don’t take it personally. ” He said. To be sure," he added, lowering his tone, "they wos little 'uns, and one on 'em was smothered—ough! ough!—how this cough chokes me!" Sheppard, meanwhile, whose hands were at liberty, managed to possess himself, unperceived, of the spike of a halbert, which was lying, apart from the pole, upon a bench near him. The major hailed him with a show of relief.
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