“Go it, miss!” cried one. But sadly, at Lullingstone we are too far off the coast to be of use. “Are we interrupting anything?” “No!” Martin jumped slightly. She saw his finger pull back on the hammer of the gun and shrieked a warning just as Jack launched himself forward and Gosse turned and fired. The latter took from his pocket a small note-book and pencil. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm.
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