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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"The Valley of Fear"

I was chosen to break up your gang. I had a
hard and dangerous game to play. Not a soul, not one soul, not my
nearest and dearest, knew that I was playing it. Only Captain
Marvin here and my employers knew that. But it's over to-night,
thank God, and I am the winner!"
The seven pale, rigid faces looked up at him. There was
unappeasable hatred in their eyes. He read the relentless
threat.
"Maybe you think that the game is not over yet. Well, I take my
chance of that. Anyhow, some of you will take no further hand,
and there are sixty more besides yourselves that will see a jail
this night. I'll tell you this, that when I was put upon this
job I never believed there was such a society as yours. I
thought it was paper talk, and that I would prove it so. They
told me it was to do with the Freemen; so I went to Chicago and
was made one. Then I was surer than ever that it was just paper
talk; for I found no harm in the society, but a deal of good.
"Still, I had to carry out my job, and I came to the coal
valleys. When I reached this place I learned that I was wrong
and that it wasn't a dime novel after all.


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