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           Onlyletmeremindyou,it’squiteneedlessheshouldhearmoreofyouradventuresorthoseof—ahem—Mr.Thomson.”

           Accordinglythesetwowentonaheadinveryclosetalk,andTorranceandIbroughtuptherear.

           NightwasquitecomewhenwecameinviewofthehouseofShaws.Tenhadbeengonesometime;itwasdarkandmild,withapleasant,rustlingwindinthesouth-westthatcoveredthesoundofourapproach;andaswedrewnearwesawnoglimmeroflightinanyportionofthebuilding.Itseemedmyunclewasalreadyinbed,whichwasindeedthebestthingforourarrangements.Wemadeourlastwhisperedconsultationssomefiftyyardsaway;andthenthelawyerandTorranceandIcreptquietlyupandcroucheddownbesidethecornerofthehouse;andassoonaswewereinourplaces,Alanstrodetothedoorwithoutconcealmentandbegantoknock.