She was going through with that,
anyhow. I’ve made no mention
of guns and daggers or, indeed, any of the more exciting aspects of the business. Ed. She killed every month, twelve a year, and
was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle
aged men. Would she ever find it?
Sighing, she opened the door to the next room, and drew back the drapes. ‘En effet, it is for this that I
was enquiring of this man if he has pen and paper. It was
lent me by a countryman o' mine; but I paid him back in his own coin—ha! ha!"
"A countryman of yours, Terry?"
"Ay, and a noble one, too, Quilt—more's the pity! You've heard of the Marquis
of Slaughterford, belike?"
"Of course; who has not? He's the leader of the Mohocks, the general of the
Scourers, the prince of rakes, the friend of the surgeons and glaziers, the terror of
your tribe, and the idol of the girls!"
"That's him to a hair?" cried Terence, rapturously. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who
wrote novels ought to be strung up. He rose, steadied himself, then
walked out of the dining room. You seem altogether altered, too. Capes stood
beside Miss Stanley, who was beaming unnaturally, and Mr.
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