Here they remained till midnight when, calling for their reckoning and their steeds, they left the house. ” “Bring me a whisky and soda, and a box of cigarettes,” Ennison answered, “and then leave me alone, there’s a good fellow. On this side a flight of wooden steps, protected by a hand-rail, led to a door opening upon the summit of the prison. The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the staple. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. “Home, of course,” she answered.
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