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"'What have you in the bundle?' I asked

"'An iron box,' he answered, 'which contains one or two little family matters which are of no value to others, but which I should be sorry to lose Yet I a Sahib, and your governor also, if he will give me the shelter I ask'

"I could not trust er with the htened face, the harder did it seeet it over

"'Take hiuard,' said I The two Sikhs closed in upon hiiant walked behind, while they ate-way Never was a ate-ith the lantern

"I could hear the h the lonely corridors Suddenly it ceased, and I heard voices, and a scuffle, with the sound of blows A moment later there ca ine, and there was the fatlike the wind, with a smear of blood across his face, and close at his heels, bounding like a tiger, the great black-bearded Sikh, with a knife flashing in his hand I have never seen aon the Sikh, and I could see that if he once passed ot to the open air he would save hiht of his treasure turned s as he raced past, and he rolled twice over like a shot rabbit Ere he could stagger to his feet the Sikh was upon him, and buried his knife twice in his side The man never uttered moan nor moved muscle, but lay were he had fallen I think myself that he entle you every work of the business just exactly as it happened, whether it is in my favor or not"

He stopped, and held out his manacled hands for the whiskey-and-water which Holmes had brewed for him For myself, I confess that I had now conceived the utmost horror of the man, not only for this cold-blooded business in which he had been concerned, but even more for the somewhat flippant and careless way in which he narrated it Whatever punishht expect no sympathy from me Sherlock Holmes and Jones sat with their hands upon their knees, deeply interested in the story, but with the saust written upon their faces He may have observed it, for there was a touch of defiance in his voice and manner as he proceeded