"Ha! ha!" muttered Halloran, setting his teeth hard together; "it is
perfectly safe to leave him now. He is dying; his hour has come at
last."
Turning on his heel he strode into the outer apartment, banging the door
to after him, but not taking the trouble to lock it on this occasion.
"As there seems to be little need of my remaining here longer, now that
he is done for, I'm off for the city," he muttered; "and a pretty tramp
I'll have of it over this barren country road, fully seven miles to the
railway station, and hungry as a bear at that."
Again he looked at Lester, to assure himself beyond all possibility of a
doubt that he was actually dying.
And again he was thoroughly deceived.
"It's all over with him," he muttered, "and Kendale's secret is safe
between him and me, and he'll have to pay me handsomely to keep it;
that's certain."
On the threshold he halted.
"Dead men tell no tales," he muttered, "and he would be past all
recognition by the time any one came across him in this isolated spot.
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