But this calm was more awful than the previous roaring of the blast. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. At this juncture, and just as a cuckoo-clock in the corner struck sis, Jack Sheppard walked into the room, with the packing-case under his arm. 1.
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