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Dead Men Tell No Tales

CHAPTER VII
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The second night they actually woke me; doubtless they had been busy long enough, but it was all of a sudden that I heard them, and lay listening for more, wide awake in an instant.

My window had been very softly opened, and the draught fanned my forehead as I held my breath.
A faint light glimmered through a ground-glass pane over the door; and was dimly reflected by the toilet mirror, in its usual place against the window.

This mirror I saw moved, and next moment I had bounded from bed.
The mirror fell with a horrid clatter: the toilet-table followed it with a worse: the thief had gone as he had come ere my toes halted aching amid the debris.
A useless little balcony--stone slab and iron railing--jutted out from my window.

I thought I saw a hand on the railing, another on the slab, then both together on the lower level for one instant before they disappeared.

There was a dull yet springy thud on the grass below.


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