Part 8 (1/2)
”Tommy, you're a liar You do know, so out with it”
”But I've sworn not to divulge,” al pen, ink and paper before To a revolver from his pocket Then he quietly placed his watch on the table in front of him, and said:
”There are pen and paper If you want to write to your friends, do so, for you have five minutes to live”
This was too aiety had disappeared His clothes see loosely on his limbs, and a perspiration broke out on his forehead All his self-control vanished, and he fell abjectly on his knees and cried out for”What mercy did you or he show”
”I'll tell you all, Morris I'll tell you all,” gasped his victiet up and do so at once, for you have but three minutes”
”What do you want to know?”
”All you know about Villiers Wyckliffe, and this power he is said to possess”
Tommy started with a tremulous voice, and narrated in disjointed sentences all that is known to the reader, the Detlij Club, all Wyck's secrets, his affair with Miss Willia the invitations for the Bachelors' Ball
”Where has he gone now?” said Reg, still fingering the revolver
”To Adelaide by the _Hi direct?”
”Yes he is, I swear”
”Then go down on your knees, Toe that you have told me all this, and that you will not communicate with him”
”I swear, Morris,” and Too You are only his accoo; buto,” said Reg, unlocking the door, through which To
”It's really wonderful what an e to hihtened the table
”Miss Willia to himself, ”Marjorie Williamson; you are the poor victih the saht to shake hands”
Half-an-hour later, he entered the Caledonian Theatre by the stage-door, at the entrance of which he was confronted by an old felloho gruffly enquired his business
”Have you been here long?” he asked
”Yes, close on twenty years; why?”
”I want a little information What's your name?”
”Jones What's yours?”
”Mine is Morris”