Dead Men Tell No Tales

” said Harris, whose forehead was starred with sticking-plaster. “It’s him or us, an’ we’re all agen you, squire. You’ll have to give in, first or last.”

And the pair were gone; their steps grew faint in the corridor; when we could no longer hear them, Rattray closed the door and quietly locked it. Then he turned to me, stern enough, and pointed to the door with a hand that shook.

“You see how it is?”

“Perfectly.”


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” said Harris, whose forehead was starred with sticking-plaster. “It’s him or us, an’ we’re all agen you, squire. You’ll have to give in, first or last.”

And the pair were gone; their steps grew faint in the corridor; when we could no longer hear them, Rattray closed the door and quietly locked it. Then he turned to me, stern enough, and pointed to the door with a hand that shook.

“You see how it is?”

“Perfectly.”


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