The Stories of the Three Burglars by Frank Richard Stockton
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"I haven't asked them," I said. "And now don't you think you had better
go upstairs?" "It seems to me," said Aunt Martha, "that those ropes must hurt them." The tall man now spoke. "Indeed they do, madam," he said in a low voice and very respectful manner, "they are very tight." I told David to look at all the cords and see if any of them were too tightly drawn. "It's all nonsense, sir," said he, when he had finished the examination; "not one of the ropes is a bit too tight. All they want is a chance to pull out their ugly hands." "Of course," said Aunt Martha, "if it would be unsafe to loosen the knots I wouldn't do it. Are they to be sent to prison?" "Yes," said I; "as soon as the day breaks I shall send down for the police." I now heard a slight sound at the door, and turning, saw Alice, our maid of the house, who was peeping in at the door. Alice was a modest girl, and quite pretty. "I heard the noise and the talking, sir," she said, "and when I found the ladies had gone down to see what it was, I thought I would come too." "And where is the cook," asked my wife; "don't she want to see |
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