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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"Uncle Bernac A Memory of the Empire"

But, of course, if it is a matter of
State, why, it is not for me to interfere. But, to do him justice, he
was a quiet gentleman enough until he had that letter just now.'
'What letter? Be careful what you say, you rascal, for your own head
may find its way into the sawdust basket.'
'It was a woman who brought it. I can only tell you what I know.
He has been talking like a madman ever since. It made my blood run cold
to hear him. There's someone whom he swears he will murder. I shall be
very glad to see the last of him.'
'Now, gentlemen,' said Savary, drawing his sword, 'we may leave our
horses here. There is no window for forty feet, so he cannot escape
from us. If you will see that your pistols are primed, we shall soon
bring the fellow to terms.'
The stair was a narrow winding one made of wood, which led to a small
loft lighted from a slit in the wall.
Some remains of wood and a litter of straw showed that this was where
Toussac had spent his day. There was, however, no sign of him now, and
it was evident that he had ascended the next flight of steps.


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