DICK LOOKED round for a safe way to the bottom, and presently was clambering down a projecting shoulder of the hill. He reached the edge of the lake as a figure came wading ashore, blubbering and sobbing in grief and fury. Dick seized him by the shoulder and swung him round. “Cawler!” he said. “My God! My God! He’s dead!” sobbed the chauffeur. “Both of ’em! And that swine! I ought to have killed him first!” “Where are they?” The man pointed with a shaking hand to a small triangular object in the centre of the lake.…
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