"You are, Sir," thundered Jonathan; "and, unless you find him, you shan't hold
your place a week. Beneath these prints, a cluster of hobnails, driven into the wall, formed certain
letters, which, if properly deciphered, produced the words, "Paul Groves,
cobler;" and under the name, traced in charcoal, appeared the following record
of the poor fellow's fate, "Hung himsel in this rum for luv off licker;"
accompanied by a graphic sketch of the unhappy suicide dangling from a beam. He only laughed his defiance. Diane suggested to
him that he retire early, and he did so agreeably, halfknowing it to be an order. “You shall go,” he declared. I hope this is all.
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