Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. I snatched it up, pointed it blindly at him, and fired. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. ” He threw the stone protecting the crypt to one side. "Jack," said the other, sternly; "don't provoke me further, or I'll give you a thrashing.
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