CHAPTER XV. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin. He hadn't followed this angle of thought in ten years: what he might have been, with a little shrewd selfishness. They took their places at a distant table. At last the panel swung back into the library. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. "I allude to an individual, who has since acquired an infamous notoriety as a thief-taker; but who, in those days, was himself the associate of thieves. While this was going on, Blueskin, seeing no notice whatever taken of him, coughed loudly and repeatedly. She marvelled at his apparent imperviousness to the heat.
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