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Nance left the room. The moment she closed the door behind her the master of the Heights went straight to his desk. His brow was like thunder; his face was white with an awful grey shadow over it.
"Long John has gone one step too far," he muttered. "The robbery was planned and carried out to perfection. It was done as a blind, and as a blind it will succeed admirably; but this-this blow was aimed at me. I have threatened to throw up the sponge. If I do, it will mean so much that all will be up with the Silver School. Now, hear me, Heaven," continued the man, clenching his hand and looking up as he spoke, "I swear, I swear that, as I live, if that boy is not back at the Heights within twenty-four hours, I carry out my threat."