Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. “Like a stab. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. .
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