”
“My dear young lady,” the official said irritably, “this man would not have your
name and address in his pocket without an object. The wretch
you confide in has sworn to hang you. He was conscious of a quickening of his heartbeat and the
familiar rise of adrenalin that sent his senses soaring in anticipation. ‘Precisely. A
shudder rippled across his shoulders. Were I to let you go, you'd say I
feared you. Beneath these prints, a cluster of hobnails, driven into the wall, formed certain
letters, which, if properly deciphered, produced the words, "Paul Groves,
cobler;" and under the name, traced in charcoal, appeared the following record
of the poor fellow's fate, "Hung himsel in this rum for luv off licker;"
accompanied by a graphic sketch of the unhappy suicide dangling from a beam. ’
‘I am afraid that there is,’ Gerald told her evenly. "I've made no distinction between you, hitherto," answered Wood; "nor shall I do
so, unless I'm compelled.
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