CHAPTER XXIII. ” Annabel pulled up her veil. ” That was the quintessence of her brother Roddy. “I murdered them, John. " "It ought to be; it cost enough to get it here," said the Scot, ruefully. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. He had grabbed a tiny remote control and flew the thing around the table, landing it there and turning it off. This vessel is now in the river, off Wapping. Immediately after it, he was off again, and that, let me tell you, was the last anyone saw of him. Darrell stopped, and drew his sword.
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