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"Yes, sir"

"What possible business do you suppose he has with

Mr Pickering?" I de owns

a house up the lake,-he got it through your grandfather

Morgan has the care of it, sir"

"Very plausible, indeed!"-and I sent him off to his

work

After luncheon I went below and directly to the end

of the corridor, and began to sound the walls To the

eye they were all alike, being of ceh the areaI saw the solid earth

and snow; surely there was little here to base hope upon,

and an

had vanished through a barredand into frozen

ground

The walls at the end of the passage were as solid as

rock, and they responded dully to the stroke of the

hamore and more impatient

at my ill-luck or stupidity There was every reason

why I should know h it with a