—"Oh! about that boy, Thames Darrell. ” “You all seem to be trying to pull my leg,” Sir John remarked quietly. "Good-bye, young man; and good luck. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. Slowly she released the hammer on the pistol, uncocking it, and Gerald became conscious that he had been holding his breath. ‘She won’t confide in you? Now, why?’ ‘Because that scoundrel Leonardo drummed it into her head that no man was to be trusted,’ Gerald announced viciously. Whether the turnkey entertained any suspicion of the old man, Jack could not tell, but that night he was more than usually rigorous in his search; and having carefully examined the prisoners and finding nothing to excite his suspicions, he departed tolerably satisfied.
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