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           ‘Well,whatshouldIdo?’askedFettes. 

           ‘Do?’repeatedtheother. ‘Doyouwanttodoanything? Leastsaidsoonestmended,Ishouldsay.’ 

           ‘Someoneelsemightrecogniseher,’objectedFettes. ‘ShewasaswellknownastheCastleRock.’ 

           ‘We’llhopenot,’saidMacfarlane,‘andifanybodydoes—well,youdidn’t,don’tyousee,andthere’sanend. Thefactis,thishasbeengoingontoolong. Stirupthemud,andyou’llgetK—intothemostunholytrouble;you’llbeinashockingboxyourself. SowillI,ifyoucometothat. Ishouldliketoknowhowanyoneofuswouldlook,orwhatthedevilweshouldhavetosayforourselves,inanyChristianwitness-box. Forme,youknowthere’sonethingcertain—that,practicallyspeaking,alloursubjectshavebeenmurdered.’ 

           ‘Macfarlane!’criedFettes. 

           ‘Comenow!’sneeredtheother.‘Asifyouhadn’tsuspectedityourself!’ 

           ‘Suspectingisonething—’ 

           ‘Andproofanother. Yes,Iknow;andI’massorryasyouarethisshouldhavecomehere,’tappingthebodywithhiscane. ‘Thenextbestthingformeisnottorecogniseit;and,’headdedcoolly,‘Idon’t. Youmay,ifyouplease. Idon’tdictate,butIthinkamanoftheworldwoulddoasIdo; andImayadd,IfancythatiswhatK—wouldlookforatourhands.