" Ten minutes later, the doctor, having marshalled all his facts chronologically, began his tale. “No,” she answered. ’ He thought Roding gave him an odd look, but his next question was already in his head. Gosse had hidden himself successfully then. ’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. Meanwhile, the executioner had attached strong cords to his ankles and wrists, and fastened them tightly to the iron rings. . ” Anna lifted her hand and pushed open the trap door. “What did it matter?” she cried. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it.
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