Dead Men Tell No Tales

and my answer only served to intensify their open scrutiny.

“How on earth did you come to hear of a God-forsaken place like this?” said he, making use, I thought, of a somewhat stronger expression than quite became his cloth.

“Squire Rattray told me of it,” said I.

“Ha! So you’re a friend of his, are you?” And his eyes went through and through me like knitting-needles through a ball of wool.

“I could hardly call myself that,


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and my answer only served to intensify their open scrutiny.

“How on earth did you come to hear of a God-forsaken place like this?” said he, making use, I thought, of a somewhat stronger expression than quite became his cloth.

“Squire Rattray told me of it,” said I.

“Ha! So you’re a friend of his, are you?” And his eyes went through and through me like knitting-needles through a ball of wool.

“I could hardly call myself that,


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