" CHAPTER XIV. And then came the vile experience of being forced and borne along the street to the police-station. "It's more than I am," muttered Thames. " "I will, when I've had my revenge," muttered Jack. That's a queer yarn. With the broken links of the chain, which served him in lieu of more efficient implements, he commenced operations just above the chimney-piece, and soon contrived to pick a hole in the plaster. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. “Hey, Mike. If you'd read your husband's dying speech, you'd know that he laid his death at Jonathan's door,—and with reason too, as I can testify. “No, she just worries that I’ll go Satanic and start chomping the heads off of bats and mice or something.
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