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Arthur Martindale, Grenadier Guards, Winchester; the other, 'Post-Office, Wrangerton. In rather more than a week she was answered: 'My Dear Theodora, You judged rightly that I am no man to trifle, or to raise expectations which I did not mean to fulfil. My wife and I are at Matlock for a few days before joining at Winchester. 'Your affectionate brother,

It's getting late and I want to get back to the tavern there." "The Knoxbury road? Why, man, you're a good three miles out of your bloomin' way. The Knoxbury road isn't this way it's over there," and Matlock Styles pointed with his whip. "Is that so? Then I'm twisted. Too bad! I'm so dog tired I can't walk much further either." "Been taking a constitutional?"

These specimens were immensely ponderous, and capable of a high polish, which brought out beautiful streaks and shades. One might spend a very pleasant summer in Matlock, and I think there can be no more beautiful place in the world; but we left it that afternoon, and railed to Manchester, where we arrived between ten and eleven at night.

These specimens were immensely ponderous, and capable of a high polish, which brought out beautiful streaks and shades. One might spend a very pleasant summer in Matlock, and I think there can be no more beautiful place in the world; but we left it that afternoon, and railed to Manchester, where we arrived between ten and eleven at night.

All the hotels were closed; but at last, at an eating-house in Matlock Bath, he discovered some, and came back triumphant with it, wrapped up in paper; and J.R. enjoyed his late supper thoroughly; and though we all waited anxiously till the morning for the result, it had done no harm! And when he was told pepper was bad for him, he dredged it freely over his food in defiance!

We did not enter the church, but passed beyond it, and over a bridge, and along a road that ascended among the hills and finally brought us out by a circuit to the other end of Matlock village, after a walk of three or four miles.

There had been no over-officious zeal displayed by the authorities in their attempts to fix the responsibility of the man's death, despite the fact that the sheepman's son possessed one of the only three shotguns in the county, the deceased being reputedly a "bad man" and notoriously the creature of Matlock.

"I ain't got no call to butt in," he continued as he puzzled over an unusually illegible address, "but that Matlock is a treacherous coyote an' there's no tellin' what lowdown play he'll make. I just nacherally have to keep cases to-night."

"Ah, I don't want to hear your fairy stories," growled Number Three, but Number Four merely shrugged his shoulders, knocked his pipe clean and restored the article to his pocket. The detective continued to talk, in a low and earnest manner. He was really pleading for his life, for he realized that it was not Matlock Styles' intention to let him escape again.

The landlady seemed to pity me, and so she led me into another room where I could be alone, saying, "What wicked people!" I left this unfriendly roof early the next morning, and now quickly proceeded to Matlock. The extent of my journey I had now resolved should be the great cavern near Castleton, in the high Peak of Derbyshire. It was about twenty miles beyond Matlock.

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