Dead Men Tell No Tales



He stood over me with clenched fists and starting eyes.

“Don’t you see that I want to save your life?” he cried. “Don’t you see that this is the only way? Do you suppose a murder more or less makes any difference to that lot downstairs? Are you really such a fool as to die rather than hold your tongue?”

“I won’t hold it for money, at all events,” said I. “But that’s what I was coming to.”

“Very well!” he interrupted.


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He stood over me with clenched fists and starting eyes.

“Don’t you see that I want to save your life?” he cried. “Don’t you see that this is the only way? Do you suppose a murder more or less makes any difference to that lot downstairs? Are you really such a fool as to die rather than hold your tongue?”

“I won’t hold it for money, at all events,” said I. “But that’s what I was coming to.”

“Very well!” he interrupted.


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