They shan't take me alive. Box and that hound Carruthers' papers
are covered with brush and leaves under the last birch in the bush,
where I finished that meddlesome fool of a lawyer. You know why you
ought to give a lot to Regy's boy. It's all over. Curse the lot of you.
Here goes, but mind you kill that damnable Squire, or I'll come when I'm
dead and torture the life out of you."
No compassion could follow the reading of this document. There was
nothing of legal importance in the chalet, so Mr. Bangs, aided by Mr.
Terry and Mr. Douglas, carried the dead man to the punt, and the party
in it and in the skiff returned to the Encampment lake. Richards, Ben
Toner, and Timotheus carried the body up the hill to the waggon on the
masked road. Then they returned to the scow, while Mr. Bangs drove to
the post office annex, with the colonel and Mr. Terry, Mr. Perrowne and
Mr. Douglas. Ben Toner and Timotheus arrived in the other waggon, soon
after the ghastly burden had been deposited in the unfinished hall, and
were left in charge, while the others went home to inform the Squire and
the doctor.
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