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"
I
've
got
a
good
deal
to
say
,
"
our
prisoner
said
slowly
.
"
I
want
to
tell
you
gentlemen
all
about
it
.
"
"
Had
n't
you
better
reserve
that
for
your
trial
?
"
asked
the
Inspector
.
"
I
may
never
be
tried
,
"
he
answered
.
"
You
need
n't
look
startled
.
It
is
n't
suicide
I
am
thinking
of
.
Are
you
a
Doctor
?
"
He
turned
his
fierce
dark
eyes
upon
me
as
he
asked
this
last
question
.
"
Yes
;
I
am
,
"
I
answered
.
"
Then
put
your
hand
here
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
smile
,
motioning
with
his
manacled
wrists
towards
his
chest
.
I
did
so
;
and
became
at
once
conscious
of
an
extraordinary
throbbing
and
commotion
which
was
going
on
inside
.
The
walls
of
his
chest
seemed
to
thrill
and
quiver
as
a
frail
building
would
do
inside
when
some
powerful
engine
was
at
work
.
In
the
silence
of
the
room
I
could
hear
a
dull
humming
and
buzzing
noise
which
proceeded
from
the
same
source
.
"
Why
,
"
I
cried
,
"
you
have
an
aortic
aneurism
!
"
"
That
's
what
they
call
it
,
"
he
said
,
placidly
.
"
I
went
to
a
Doctor
last
week
about
it
,
and
he
told
me
that
it
is
bound
to
burst
before
many
days
passed
.
It
has
been
getting
worse
for
years
.
I
got
it
from
over-exposure
and
under-feeding
among
the
Salt
Lake
Mountains
.
I
've
done
my
work
now
,
and
I
do
n't
care
how
soon
I
go
,
but
I
should
like
to
leave
some
account
of
the
business
behind
me
.
I
do
n't
want
to
be
remembered
as
a
common
cut-throat
.
"
The
Inspector
and
the
two
detectives
had
a
hurried
discussion
as
to
the
advisability
of
allowing
him
to
tell
his
story
.
