” He raised his hand, and they saw that he was holding a small revolver. I must break open the door. 133 “TRY ME!” He yelled, his voice booming into the cacophony beyond the walls. “You have not feeling enough. And I want you for myself—for my wife. One peculiarity she did not fail to notice. She opened and read it at once. As matters now stand, I'm only a thief, not a blackguard. ‘If you care for me at all, shoot me. “The thing I feel most disposed to say, Miss Stanley,” he began at last, “is that this is very sudden.
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