“I——” The door opened, and the doctor entered softly. This done, he unloosed the pulley, and the ponderous machine, which resembled a trough, slowly descended upon the prisoner's breast. Sheila had dropped glaring hints that she knew, which Chuck tacitly acknowledged with a lowered gaze. Think better of it. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. "It's a miserable weakness to be afraid of bloodshed. You, sir,” he added, turning to Brendon, “had better take my card round to the police station in Werner Street and ask that Detective Dorling be sent round here at once on urgent business.
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