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All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen countenance looked gloomier than usual. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. If Thames is murdered, you are his assassin.
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