"Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the
little burthen with a laugh. ‘Don’t try to turn it off,’ ordered Miss Froxfield. ” His walk became a jovial saunter. On the left lay the heights of
Hampstead, studded with villas, while farther off a hazy cloud marked the
position of the metropolis. “Shot through the lungs,” he remarked. She went about the gory business of disposing of the
bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and
packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a
double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like
overcooked, ruined meat. Made me fetch up Trodger and a couple more men,
and together we searched his luggage and got hold of every single paper the man
possessed. "I shall want a bottle or two of sack, and
a flask of usquebaugh.
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