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finger at Tim Bolton, who looked strangely out of place, as, wit

ed Curtis, quite at

es

has applied to me for assistance,"

cessary to confirm the statement. "I've got five s

hat is your bus

's turn to be

ess?" he

s what

but I'm willing to

know that it is very ill-bred to s

me, go

pipe, and put it away in a

Don't trouble yourself any further, uncle. I will inqui

came down because I th

urned to his chamber,

butler here, fifteen years ago, he looked like a young

d carried away h

Who put me up to the j

ears. Let us ret

suit

ng up a chair, and lowering his voice to a

ourse

t give money

t. What's w

the boy i

ery muc

is, in a sharp, hissing tone, fixing his eyes searc

nt me to murder him?"

don't look ove

, a low blackguard, perhaps, but, thank Heaven! I am no murderer! And if I was, I

a sneer. "You don't look like it, but appearances are deceitful. We'll dro

at's in

want. It is my uncle's will.

d. Well, I'm

u are welcome to them. I only want the

ght. When wil

retire early in this house.

tter for you to leave t

er plan. Here

elf, but I will see that it is

d with a narrow tape. Probabl

ceed, when sha

to your place on the

door, and let him out. Returni

pectedly squeamish, but there are others to whom I can apply. With gold everything is possible. It's time matters came to a finish. My uncle's health is rapidly failing-the do