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Beneath the mask his face drew into chiselled lines, as the picklock silently locked the door. There was one exit from that inner room, and only one through the room in which he stood. The Tocsin had drawn an accurate word-plan of the crude, shack-like place, and now in his mind he reconstructed it here in the darkness.
I support him in this view; my inherited property is of course incomplete without them. Urgent letters on the subject have just been despatched to his friend Picklock, and to the officer in command at Aden. If necessary, a claim will be lodged against England; she is undoubtedly responsible for them.
It appears to be a kind of picklock, an open sesame, Tanner Tawno! the one is but a modification of the other; they were originally identical, and have still much the same signification.
At last, however, growing suddenly weary of the sport, he desisted, and said: "Ran, you can stay if you like. I've learned my catechism, and I don't see why I should wait his time." As he spoke he drew a picklock from his pocket his father was an ironmonger deliberately opened the schoolroom door, slipped out, and locked it behind him.
"Verily you might ransack every hole and corner of your dim brain, and pick over all the spiders' webs and old iron that cumber your head, without ever lighting on a picklock to open this word and extract the meaning.
The picklock on the bedroom floor remained the one last useless trace of the Dream-Woman. At this point of the narrative the landlord paused, and, turning toward the window of the room in which we were sitting, looked in the direction of the stable-yard. "So far," he said, "I tell you what was told to me. The little that remains to be added lies within my own experience.
"Look quick, Blueskin, and be cursed to you!" was growled in the deep tones of Jonathan Wild. "We shall have the whole village upon us while you're striking the jigger. Use the gilt, man!" "There's no need of picklock or crow-bar, here, Mr. Wild," cried Jack, placing his hat on the right arm of the guide-post, and leaning over the board, "I've done the trick myself."
A delicate little steel picklock was working now, the deft fingers manipulating it silently, and then stealthily he pushed the door open a crack. A man's voice, agitated, came to him from within: "... Perhaps twenty minutes, I don't know the length of time it took you to get here. I was dining out. I 'phoned Headquarters the instant I came in."
A yell and a revolver shot rang out simultaneously as they caught sight of him and Jimmie Dale dropped down to the ground on the inside of the fence. In the moonlight he could see quite distinctly. He darted across the yard, heading for the basement door of the building that loomed up in front of him. The little steel picklock was in his hand as he reached the door. A second two three went by.
But he kept true to his promise; and this was his reply: "Amyas Leigh to the Worshipful Sir F. Drake, Admiral of her Majesty's Fleet in Plymouth. "A magician keeps me here, in bilboes for which you have no picklock; namely, a mother who forbids. This only I entreat of you, and so remain behind with a heavy heart. "Yours to command in all else, and I would to Heaven, in this also,
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