He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. “She must go her own way. It is I who took the burden of your misdeeds upon my shoulders that you might become Lady Ferringhall. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. He appeared to be strangely uncommunicative, though I tried to draw him out. " And he proceeded to handcuff his captive. Through her door curtain she could see the light from the study lamp. "Good-b'ye!" And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. ’ ‘Who’s bleeding to death?’ demanded Trodger.
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