She tried surreptitiously to reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. One glance swept across the place and it was immediately apparent that Pottiswick had not, this time, been mistaken. Ascending the stairs, and conducting them along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. “Mr. Her elbows were ready. Time after time he sent Spurlock into this corner or that; but always the boy regained his feet before the murderous boot could reach the mark. Well one night, some of us saw him, or thought we saw him, at a café dining with ‘Alcide,’—as a matter of fact, it seems that it was her sister.
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