Dead Men Tell No Tales



“Oh, it’s that if it’s nothing else; but not a town for miles, mind you, and hardly a village worthy the name.”

“Any fishing?”

“Yes - trout - small but plenty of ‘em - in a beck running close behind the cottage.”

“Come,” cried I, “this sounds delightful! Shall you be up there?”

“Only for a day or two,” was the reply. “I shan’t trouble you, Mr. Cole.”

“My dear sir, that wasn’t my meaning at all. I’n only sorry I


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“Oh, it’s that if it’s nothing else; but not a town for miles, mind you, and hardly a village worthy the name.”

“Any fishing?”

“Yes - trout - small but plenty of ‘em - in a beck running close behind the cottage.”

“Come,” cried I, “this sounds delightful! Shall you be up there?”

“Only for a day or two,” was the reply. “I shan’t trouble you, Mr. Cole.”

“My dear sir, that wasn’t my meaning at all. I’n only sorry I


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