. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. ToC The ward into which Jack was endeavouring to break was called the Red Room, from the circumstance of its walls having once been painted in that colour; all traces of which had, however, long since disappeared. Knives were worse, especially when you were stabbed back and left traces of your own blood at the crime scene. The three young men exchanged expressive glances. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis.
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