Dead Men Tell No Tales



“Only don’t expect too much, my dear Mr. Cole,” were his last words to me. “My own place is as ancient and as tumble-down as most ruins that you pay to see over. And I’m never there myself because - I tell you frankly - I hate it like poison!”


CHAPTER VIII

A SMALL PRECAUTION

My delight in the society of this young Squire Rattray (as I soon was to hear him styled) had been such as to make me almost forget the sinister


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“Only don’t expect too much, my dear Mr. Cole,” were his last words to me. “My own place is as ancient and as tumble-down as most ruins that you pay to see over. And I’m never there myself because - I tell you frankly - I hate it like poison!”


CHAPTER VIII

A SMALL PRECAUTION

My delight in the society of this young Squire Rattray (as I soon was to hear him styled) had been such as to make me almost forget the sinister


209 of 682