Dead Men Tell No Tales

to reproduce in print. “He was going to Lancaster, I believe.”

“So I understood,” said I. “I didn’t think of troubling him, if that’s what you mean. I’m going to take his advice and fish the beck.”

And I proceeded to do so after a hearty early dinner: the keen, chill air was doing me good already: the “perfect quiet” was finding its way into my soul. I blessed my specialist, I blessed Squire Rattray, I blessed the very


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to reproduce in print. “He was going to Lancaster, I believe.”

“So I understood,” said I. “I didn’t think of troubling him, if that’s what you mean. I’m going to take his advice and fish the beck.”

And I proceeded to do so after a hearty early dinner: the keen, chill air was doing me good already: the “perfect quiet” was finding its way into my soul. I blessed my specialist, I blessed Squire Rattray, I blessed the very


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