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Wild and I were nabbing you in this very room, some nine years ago?" "I do," replied Kneebone; "and now," he added, aside, "the case is altered. When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found. CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. The constable, Sharples, is in my pay. But, no. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value.
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