The Grinder Papers — page 225: what you’re looking at

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220 THE GRINDER PAPERS. there was a noise—footsteps a-comin’ down stairs. Next min- ute I heerd the perfesser's voice. ‘‘Mr. Brown,” sez he, ‘‘here’s the revolver.” ‘‘Thank you, sir,” sez Mr. Brown, Esq. “Vou are right, after all,” sez the doctor. ‘‘Gracious heavens, what a pair of idiots! Open the door, please, Miss Grinder. “T can’t find the handle,” sez I.’ ‘Neither can I,” sez he. Then the truth flashed onto me. ‘‘Doctor,” sez I, ‘‘this here is one o them locks only onto one side. We can't get out.” ‘“Vou're right,” sez he. ‘‘ We're ina trap.” ‘We can’t prevent the dewel,” sez I. ‘‘ Theyre at it now. Kick, doctor.” , : ‘“’Tain’t any use,” sez the doctor; ‘‘it’s unpossible tew git 33 out. Just then suthin’ went ‘‘ bang!” ‘« They're shootin’,” sez I. Ps ‘“Great goodness! yes,” sez the doctor. Bang went suthin’ else. ‘‘That’s the rifle,” sez the doctor. And the perfesser’s voice was heerd : ‘<T’ve shot him—through the head.” ‘‘He’s murdered Mr. Brown, Esq.,” sez I. ‘‘Help!” yells the doctor. ‘¢ Murder!” sez I. comicbooks.com |