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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"The Valley of Fear"

I'd never rest easy again. And yet it's our own
necks that may be at stake. In God's name what shall I do?" He
rocked to and fro in his agony of indecision.
But his words had moved McMurdo deeply. It was easy to see that
he shared the other's opinion as to the danger, and the need for
meeting it. He gripped Morris's shoulder and shook him in his
earnestness.
"See here, man," he cried, and he almost screeched the words in
his excitement, "you won't gain anything by sitting keening like
an old wife at a wake. Let's have the facts. Who is the fellow?
Where is he? How did you hear of him? Why did you come to me?"
"I came to you; for you are the one man that would advise me. I
told you that I had a store in the East before I came here. I
left good friends behind me, and one of them is in the telegraph
service. Here's a letter that I had from him yesterday. It's
this part from the top of the page. You can read it yourself."
This was what McMurdo read:
How are the Scowrers getting on in your parts? We read plenty of
them in the papers. Between you and me I expect to hear news
from you before long.


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