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Chapter 7

           He’sasgoodachapaseverbreathed,buthisidiotofanunclehasstuffedhisheadwithmaggots.Goon,MrHannay.”

           Mydayasroadmanexcitedhimabit.Hemademedescribethetwofellowsinthecarveryclosely,andseemedtoberakingbackinhismemory.HegrewmerryagainwhenheheardofthefateofthatassJopley.

           Buttheoldmaninthemoorlandhousesolemnizedhim.AgainIhadtodescribeeverydetailofhisappearance.

           “Blandandbald-headedandhoodedhiseyeslikeabird....Hesoundsasinisterwild-fowl!Andyoudynamitedhishermitage,afterhehadsavedyoufromthepolice.Spiritedpieceofwork,that!”PresentlyIreachedtheendofmywanderings.Hegotupslowly,andlookeddownatmefromthehearthrug.

           “Youmaydismissthepolicefromyourmind,”hesaid.“You’reinnodangerfromthelawofthisland.”

           “GreatScot!”Icried.“Havetheygotthemurderer?”

           “No.Butforthelastfortnighttheyhavedroppedyoufromthelistofpossibles.”

           “Why?”Iaskedinamazement.

           “PrincipallybecauseIreceivedaletterfromScudder.Iknewsomethingoftheman,andhedidseveraljobsforme.Hewashalfcrank,halfgenius,buthewaswhollyhonest.Thetroubleabouthimwashispartialityforplayingalonehand.ThatmadehimprettywelluselessinanySecretServiceapity,forhehaduncommongifts.Ithinkhewasthebravestmanintheworld,forhewasalwaysshiveringwithfright,andyetnothingwouldchokehimoff.Ihadaletterfromhimonthe31stofMay.”

           “Buthehadbeendeadaweekbythen.

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