Perhaps, after all, the others were right. Only a book detective could dope this out. My name is Armytage—Lord Ernest Armytage. You understand me, Charcoal. The white cloth was instantly dyed with
crimson; but, regardless of this, Jonathan continued his murderous assault. Uttering a few inarticulate ejaculations,—for he was completely out of breath,—
the fugitive placed a bundle in the arms of the carpenter, and, regardless of the
consternation he excited in the breast of that personage, who was almost
stupified with astonishment, he began to divest himself of a heavy horseman's
cloak, which he threw over Wood's shoulder, and, drawing his sword, seemed to
listen intently for the approach of his pursuers. “Is Miss Stanley coming up with us?”
“I go second,” she said, “and change at Wimbledon.
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