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” “Clear out?” cried Hetty. "Fear!" echoed Wild, in a terrible tone,—"fear! Repeat that word again, and nothing shall save you. " "That was my doing, dearest," urged the carpenter; "I was afraid if you saw her that some such scene as this might occur. She looked about and discovered a door partially hidden by shadow. "That depends upon what you call educated. " "Fool!" cried Wild, taking up the body, "what are you afraid of? After all," he added, pausing, "he may be of more use to me alive than dead. "Why, how the devil did you happen to guess that?" cried the janizary. I’d take it— forgive me if I seem a little urgent—as a sort of proof of friendliness. And I guessed you would attack if I startled you. She pulled, he rose to his feet. Nab and Quilt to the door! Jack, you are my prisoner. ” “The inference is, then,” the detective said smoothly, “that this man obtained admission to your rooms by means of a false key, that he burnt some papers here and shot himself within a few moments of your return. " "Thames, I have much to say," said Jack, "much that concerns your safety. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it.
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