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1. . Part 5
The next morning she waited in the laboratory at the lunch-hour in the
reasonable certainty that he would come to her. ’
‘You mean the one that you refused to feed?’ demanded Gerald, seizing this
promising cue and adopting a mournful note. Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine,
coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no
particular order. No
sooner had Trenchard crossed the threshold than a fierce barking was heard at
the farther extremity of the passage, and, the next moment, a couple of mastiffs
of the largest size rushed furiously towards him. I want to ask you a plain question, and you must
answer me faithfully. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to
break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on
his table. This was some satisfaction to the poor fellow, who was dreadfully frightened, as
indeed he might well be, it being the opinion of the jailers and others who
afterwards examined the place, that Jack had accomplished, single-handed, in a
few hours, and, as far as it could be ascertained, with imperfect implements,
what it would have taken half a dozen men several days, provided with proper
tools, to effect. That is, if Spurlock had been
throwing money about, which was more than likely. She cleaned
everything, wiped every surface, mopped and scrubbed
every last drop of blood.
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