She went about the gory business of disposing of the
bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and
packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a
double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like
overcooked, ruined meat. A hollow plunge, echoed and re-echoed by the walls, marked his descent into the
water. \" He
said. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. “Of course!” he said. ‘You’ve found her out?’
‘Tell us at once,’ urged Miss Froxfield. By the light of a torch borne at the stern of the hostile wherry, he saw that the
pursuers had approached within a short distance of the object of their quest. Abruptly he gripped her wrist. Not alone with her, that’s sure. 17 up-train. Spurlock. Grace-church Street was entirely
deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears;
or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it.
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