‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. You wish another name? Eh bien. ‘Dear me. "What's that you're saying about Jack Sheppard?" she cried. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished. To-morrow night —or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and, then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. Ousted from his old retreat, the Cross Shovels, Baptist Kettleby opened another tavern, conducted upon the same plan as the former, which he denominated the Seven Cities of Refuge. Sheppard raised her eyes, and fixed them upon her interrogator. "I hardly know," returned Jack; "but it's not safe for me to remain much longer here. We struggle against it at first, but in the end we have to submit. . I keep on thinking of you. " "You have extradition papers?" "What sort of a detective do you think I am?" countered O'Higgins. I have—run away.
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