Miracle Gold: A Novel (Vol. 3 of 3)
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Dowling Richard. Miracle Gold: A Novel (Vol. 3 of 3)
CHAPTER XXVII. NEW RELATIVES
CHAPTER XXVIII. LEIGH AT HIS BENCH
CHAPTER XXIX. STRONG SMELLING SALTS
CHAPTER XXX. DORA ASHTON ALONE
CHAPTER XXXI. WINDING UP THE CLOCK
CHAPTER XXXII. THE MORNING AFTER
CHAPTER XXXIII. LEIGH CONFIDES IN TIMMONS
CHAPTER XXXIV. THE WRONG MAN
CHAPTER XXXV. THE RUINS
CHAPTER XXXVI. OPEN CONFESSION
CHAPTER XXXVII. FREE
CHAPTER XXXVIII. DOCTOR SHAW'S VERDICT
CHAPTER XXXIX. PATIENT AND NURSE
CHAPTER XL. THE TWO PATIENTS
CHAPTER XLI. FUGITIVES
CHAPTER XLII. THE END
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Tom Stamer was afraid of only two people, namely, John Timmons and the policeman. Of both he had experience. In his fear of Timmons were mingled love and admiration. No such diluting sentiments qualified his feelings towards the guardians of law and order. He had "done time," and he did not want to do it again. He was a complete stranger to anything like moral cowardice. He had never even heard of that weakness by that name. He was a burglar and a thief without any code at all, except that he would take anything he wished to take, and he would die for John Timmons. He did not look on dying as a very serious thing. He regarded imprisonment as a monstrous calamity, out of all proportion to any other. He would not go out of his way to kill a policeman, but if one stood in his way he would kill him with as little compunction and as much satisfaction as a terrier kills a rat. If up to the present his hands were clean of blood, it was because shedding it had never seemed to him at once expedient and safe. If he were made absolute king he would like to gather all the police of the kingdom into a yard with high walls and shoot them from a safe balcony.
Although his formulated code was limited to the two articles mentioned above, certain things he had not done wore the air of virtue. He never quarrelled with any man, he never ill-treated his wife, he never cheated anyone. When drunk he was invariably amiable and good-natured, and gave liberally to others. He was a completely loyal friend, and an enemy all the more merciless and horrible because he was without passion.
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But Stamer was not sneaking away. He was simply taking observations in a comprehensive and leisurely manner. Above all, he was not dreaming of breaking the clockmaker's window. On the contrary he was hugging himself with delight at the notion that he would not have to break Leigh's window. No, there would not be the least necessity for that. As the window was now no doubt it would be necessary to smash one pane at least. But with that muslin blind well-soaked in oil stretched across the open, caused by the raising of the lower sash there would be no need whatever of injuring the dwarf's glass.
He passed very slowly down Welbeck Place towards the mews under the window which lighted the private bar, and through which he had watched the winding up of the clock last night. His eyes, now wanting the blue spectacles, explored and examined every feature of Forbes's with as close a scrutiny as though he were inspecting it to ascertain its stability.
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