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Fred M. White The Master Criminal — Redburn Castle (1898)

Smiling, yet with a world of anxiety in her eyes, Cora came towards him.
“Where is the Duke?” she asked aloud.
“I regret to say he has gone,” Gryde replied. “He did not come to stay; indeed, but for some business matter he would not have been here at all. He bade me to say everything that was polite to his friends.”
Cora drew Gryde on one side. Her lips were pale as ashes.
“Paul,” she whispered, “Paul, you have not——”
“Redburn is absolutely safe,” Gryde responded. “Not so much as a hair of his head has been injured. He is perfectly safe in more senses than one.
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Fred M. White The Master Criminal — Redburn Castle (1898)

Fortunately the night is mild and the sea calm, and no doubt you will be picked up in a few hours. You may yell and scream as loud as you like, for nobody is likely to hear you.”
“The scoundrel Coventry!” Redburn roared. “If I could only swim!”
“Lucky you can’t,” Gryde—otherwise Malcolm—said, grimly. “If you had replied in the affirmative I should have been under the painful necessity of putting a bullet through your head. Good-night.”
Leaving the Duke foaming with impotent rage Gryde proceeded leisurely up the cliffs towards the Castle.
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Fred M. White The Master Criminal — Redburn Castle (1898)

Redburn said impatiently. “When I found this thing out, entirely by accident, I turned back as quickly as possible. My idea was to take the rascal red-handed and give him a sound thrashing before the police appeared. Is Miss Coventry as cool and unscrupulous as her brother?”
“Your Grace may make certain of one thing,” Malcolm said earnestly. “Of this swindle Miss Coventry knows nothing. She really believes her brother to be a millionaire. He left England fourteen years ago and until recently she had never seen him. I am immensely sorry for the poor girl.”
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