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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"The Valley of Fear"

We tied all his things into a
bundle, and I weighted them with the only weight I could find and
put them through the window. The card he had meant to lay upon
my body was lying beside his own.
"My rings were put on his finger; but when it came to the wedding
ring," he held out his muscular hand, "you can see for yourselves
that I had struck the limit. I have not moved it since the day I
was married, and it would have taken a file to get it off. I
don't know, anyhow, that I should have cared to part with it; but
if I had wanted to I couldn't. So we just had to leave that
detail to take care of itself. On the other hand, I brought a
bit of plaster down and put it where I am wearing one myself at
this instant. You slipped up there, Mr. Holmes, clever as you
are; for if you had chanced to take off that plaster you would
have found no cut underneath it.
"Well, that was the situation. If I could lie low for a while
and then get away where I could be joined by my 'widow' we should
have a chance at last of living in peace for the rest of our
lives. These devils would give me no rest so long as I was above
ground; but if they saw in the papers that Baldwin had got his
man, there would be an end of all my troubles.


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