I killed him, Nigel. Previously to his descent he had left the nail and spike on the wall, and with these he fastened the blanket to the stone coping. “You—appear to know my name, sir,” Sir John said. This did not tickle his vanity; on the contrary, it enlivened his terror, which is a phase of fascination. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook.
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