Dead Men Tell No Tales



“I told ye so,” muttered another; “the young swab’s got the key.”

There was a pause, in which it would seem that Joaquin Santos had his ear at the empty keyhole.

“I think he must be slipping,” at last I heard him sigh. “It was not necessary to awaken him in this world. It is a peety.”

“One kick over the lock would do it,” said Harris; “only the young swab’ll hear.”

“Not perhaps while he is dancing attendance on the


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“I told ye so,” muttered another; “the young swab’s got the key.”

There was a pause, in which it would seem that Joaquin Santos had his ear at the empty keyhole.

“I think he must be slipping,” at last I heard him sigh. “It was not necessary to awaken him in this world. It is a peety.”

“One kick over the lock would do it,” said Harris; “only the young swab’ll hear.”

“Not perhaps while he is dancing attendance on the


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