On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. ” “How?” “Well—a little clumsily. We aren’t afraid; we don’t bother. " "Murder him!" cried Trenchard shuddering. This door, which was open, Jonathan locked and took out the key. He heard the struggle on the landing, the fall of the heavy body, the groan,—and excited almost to frenzy by his fears, he succeeded in forcing open the door.
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