Not a word passed between them. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. “What you have done. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. "What is she saying to me?" Ah Cum shrugged. But these fears, like those he had recently experienced, speedily vanished, and he prepared to return to the roof, congratulating himself that owing to the opportune falling of the bricks, he had in all probability escaped serious injury. "I have done nothing—nothing to what I could do—to what I will do!" "You've done quite enough," rejoined Austin; "more than you'll ever do again. Later he dispatched a cable announcing the escape and the sending of the letter. Take me to the Stone Room.
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