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"
No
,
"
laughed
Miss
Blunt
.
"
A
robot
of
myself
.
A
clever
facsimile
!
"
"
But
,
but
…
"
"
Don
’
t
cry
darling
.
I
’
m
quite
all
right
.
Let
me
look
at
myself
.
Well
,
so
there
I
am
!
Up
the
chimney
.
Like
you
said
.
Isn
’
t
that
funny
?
"
Miss
Blunt
walked
away
,
laughing
.
"
Have
a
drink
,
Garrett
?
"
"
I
believe
I
will
.
That
unnerved
me
.
My
God
,
what
a
place
.
This
does
deserve
tearing
down
.
For
a
moment
there
…
"
Garrett
drank
.
Another
scream
.
Mr
.
Steffens
,
borne
upon
the
shoulders
of
four
white
rabbits
,
was
carried
down
a
flight
of
stairs
which
magically
appeared
in
the
floor
.
Into
a
pit
went
Mr
.
Steffens
,
where
,
bound
and
tied
,
he
was
left
to
face
the
advancing
razor
steel
of
a
great
pendulum
which
now
whirled
down
,
down
,
closer
and
closer
to
his
outraged
body
.
"
Is
that
me
down
there
?
"
said
Mr
.
Steffens
,
appearing
at
Garrett
’
s
elbow
.
He
bent
over
the
pit
.
"
How
strange
,
how
odd
,
to
see
yourself
die
.
"
The
pendulum
made
a
final
stroke
.
