’ ‘I’ve a good mind to leave the pair of you to it and take myself off,’ threatened his junior, marching across the room and snatching up a decanter. ’ Gerald laughed. " "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft.
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