Dead Men Tell No Tales



I forgot that I had crippled Jose, but remembered with my words, and wondered the more where he was.

“I’ll show you,” said Royds. “It was the nigger let us in. We heard him groaning round at the back - who smashed his leg? One of our men was at that cellar grating; there was some of them down there; we wanted to find our way down and corner them, but the fat got in the fire too soon. Can you stand something strong? Then come this way.”


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I forgot that I had crippled Jose, but remembered with my words, and wondered the more where he was.

“I’ll show you,” said Royds. “It was the nigger let us in. We heard him groaning round at the back - who smashed his leg? One of our men was at that cellar grating; there was some of them down there; we wanted to find our way down and corner them, but the fat got in the fire too soon. Can you stand something strong? Then come this way.”


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