Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat. "Stop thief!" roared Jonathan, who perceived the fugitive hurrying along a street towards Hatton Garden. They drove rapidly through the emptying streets. He was speechless. Hill, Meysey Hill. Just. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. The doctor and another man were by his bedside when they entered the room, and there were writing materials which had evidently been used close at hand.
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