Short Stories (story)
48651 The fellow is wary and cunning to the last degree.
48652 It is not what we know, but what we can prove.
48653 If we make one false move the villain may escape us yet.'
48654 'What can we do?'
48655 'There will be plenty for us to do to-morrow.
48656 To-night we can only perform the last offices to our poor friend.'
48657 Together we made our way down the precipitous slope and approached the body, black and clear against the silver stones.
48658 The agony of those contorted limbs struck me with a spasm of pain and blurred my eyes with tears.
48659 'We must send for help, Holmes!
48660 We cannot carry him all the way to the Hall.
48661 Good heavens, are you mad?'
48662 He had uttered a cry and bent over the body.
48663 Now he was dancing and laughing and wringing my hand.
48664 Could this be my stern, self-contained friend?
48665 These were hidden fires, indeed!
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