Dead Men Tell No Tales



Harris had expired in our absence.

“Never spoke, sir,” said the constable in whose arms we had left him.

“More’s the pity. Well, cut out at the back and help land the young gent, or we’ll have him giving us the slip too. He may double back, but I’m watching out for that. Which way should you say he’d head, Mr. Cole?”

“Inland,” said I, lying on the spur of the moment, I knew not why. “Try at the cottage where I’ve been staying.”


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Harris had expired in our absence.

“Never spoke, sir,” said the constable in whose arms we had left him.

“More’s the pity. Well, cut out at the back and help land the young gent, or we’ll have him giving us the slip too. He may double back, but I’m watching out for that. Which way should you say he’d head, Mr. Cole?”

“Inland,” said I, lying on the spur of the moment, I knew not why. “Try at the cottage where I’ve been staying.”


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