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It may be that when one is placed in such a predicament as that in which I then found myself, one's wits are suddenly sharpened, and a new sense is given to one. Whether that is so or not, I was as certain as if I actually saw him that my assailant was the butler, Hollins. And I should have been infinitely surprised if any other voice than his had spoken -- as he did speak when the last grumble of the thunder died out in a sulky, reluctant murmur.
"In at that door, and straight up the stairs, Moneylaws! " he commanded. "And quick, if you don't want your brains scattering. Lively, now!"