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of bullets through it, and prove if the thing within be flesh and blood, or not. Run for my pistols, I say.

Don't fire de pistol! I am blood and flesh.

You here! Where is Freemantle? It was him I followed along the gallery, if there be any truth in vision.

Yes, dere be great trute in vision: it is one of senses. I feel, I see, I taste, I smell, I hear;—one of de laws of nature which do force belief.

Pest take your philosophy! Where is Freemantle? Where is the man I saw before me in the gallery?

Gone out by dat door. (Pointing to the panel.)

Is there a door here? (Searching for it.)

Pray, Sir, how did you see him?

I peep tro' de chinks of de closet, and see him pass.

And what brought you here, Mr. Smitchenstault?