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 forgetting the coffins in Mipps's shop nor the bottles of Alsace Lorraine beneath this floor. We'll catch the lot, my boy, and analyze 'em. Yes, damn 'em! we'll analyze 'em, inside and outside, by night and by day. And when we've analyzed 'em thoroughly, why, we'll give 'em to Jack Ketch—to old Jack Ketch, who'll hang 'em up to dry. Not a word, my boy, to any one; not a word. Here's a guinea bit to hold your tongue; and look to hear from me before the day's out, for I shall want your help to-morrow night."

And the captain was gone. Literally rushed out of the door he had, leaving Jerk alone in a whirl.

"Well," he said to himself, "if a man ever deserved a third breakfast, I'm the one, and here goes; for both of these fellows is stark, staring mad, though it's wonderful the way they all seems to take to me."

And thrusting the precious guinea bit into his pocket, Jerk again vigorously attacked the victuals.