It was a sort of cooking-room, with an
immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack
Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there
boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city
gates, or on London Bridge. No amount of scrubbing could
remove the stains, the blood of an unknown man she had
stolen from the scene of a car accident, a stupid drunk
with no license who had wrapped his Chevy truck around
a very large oak tree. "I'll be back in a minute. I believe you have had it pulled down, have you not?”
“The Misses Pellissier!” he exclaimed. 230
Rhea sprang, teeth flashing. "I hardly know," returned Jack; "but it's not safe for me to remain much longer
here. ”
“I thought I explained—”
“I don’t think you can have heard me,” said her father; “I have told you to
come home.
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