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Chapter 9

           Now,unlessyoupromisetowriteandpublishinaleadingmagazineatotalrecantationofthisyourcrimewhenyougetbacktoEnglandifyougetback!givingthatwrongedmanthe‘honourablemention’herightlydeservesdownyougo!Ihavebuttoloosenmyhold!’Geoffrey,youshouldhaveseenMcWhingthen!Hewhined,hewriggled,heclung!Neverwasanoracleofthepressinsuchanunoracularcondition.‘Murder!murder!’hegasped,buthisvoicefailedhim.AbovehimtoweredthesnowpeakslikethesummitsofthatFamehecouldnotreachandthereforegrudgedtoothersbelowhimtheglitteringice-wavesyawnedindeeptransparenthollowsofopalineblueandgreenandafaroffthetinklingcowbellsechoedthroughthestillair,suggestiveofsafegreenpasturesandhappyhomes.‘Murder!’hewhisperedgurglingly.‘Nay!’saidI,‘’tisIshouldcryMurder!forifeveranarrestinghandheldamurderer,mineholdsonenow!Yoursystemofslayingisworsethanthatofthemidnightassassin,fortheassassincanbutkillthebodyyoustrivetokillthesoul.Youcannotsucceed,’tistrue,butthemereattemptisdevilish.

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