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Not the police, you know; I haven't applied to the police after all. I thought Fenton would be furious. And anyhow it might make talk. But I've paid the best dragomans in town to look sharp; and they know as much about this old place as the police do, if not more. By the way, Lord Ernest, did Corkran say anything to you about an intention to throw over his job on the Candace?" "No.
But Stalky had maintained for two terms that the money was his "commission" for effecting the pawn; and had, of course, spent it on a study "brew." "Understand this, then. You are not to continue your operations as a money-lender. Two and fourpence, you said, Corkran?" Stalky had said nothing, and continued so to do.
When Corkran got to his portcullis, he thought he'd reached the reward of his labours. Well so he had the punishment. Here's the heap of stone he used as a fulcrum for his lever. The heap tumbled when he was on the other side, and the slab of rock came down to trap him. We'll have to build up his fulcrum again, before we can do anything ourselves."
Don't bear malice, Stalky." "Stalky? Curse your impudence, you young cub," shouted Stalky, magnificent in top-hat, stiff collar, spats, and high-waisted, snuff-colored ulster. "I want you to understand that I'm Mister Corkran, an' you're a dirty little schoolboy." "Besides bein' frabjously immoral," said McTurk. "Wonder you aren't ashamed to foist your company on pure-minded boys like us."
There's times when I think he's makin' fun o' me. I've never been a Volunteer-sergeant, thank God but I've always had the consideration to pity 'em. I'm glad o' that." "I'd like to see 'em," said Keyte. "From your statements, Sergeant, I can't get at what they're after." "Don't ask me, Major! Ask that freckle-faced young Corkran. He's their generalissimo."
The flap was down, but not fastened, and the canvas moved slightly as if trembling fingers tried to hold it taut. "Colonel Corkran!" I called out, sharply. But there was no answer. Anthony lifted the flap, holding up the lantern, and we both looked in. No one was there but the tent had the look of recent occupation.
Borrow said when I told him, I was describing your man, Corkran, whose place he took on your yacht Candace." "Well, I'm hanged! If that's not the rummiest go! I only hope he's not in that recess or deep doorway now, if it leads into your mountain.
They found Stalky's bed drawn out from the wall to the left of the dormer window, and the latter end of Richards protruding from a two-foot-square cupboard in the wall. "What's all this? I've never noticed it before. What are you tryin' to do, Fatty?" "Fillin' basins, Muster Corkran." Richards's voice was hollow and muffled. "They've been savin' me trouble. Yiss." "'Looks like it," said McTurk.
"Is that you, Corkran?" he called. The only answer was another groan. "I see the whole business now, don't you?" Fenton said. "This passage is very steep. Already it was far under ground-level, before we got to the cutting on the mountain wall, and it must have been under ground-level for many centuries. They dug deep down, to make the tomb, and then covered up the entrance with earth.
Anthony gave me a look. "I do know the name," he said. "It's the man of my dream." "The man of your dream? Corkran a dream?" "A dream which has kept repeating itself until I grew superstitious about it. A red-faced man with a purplish sort of moustache, I saw coming between you and us, or looking at me out of a dark recess, something like a deep doorway.
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