A Trap to Catch a Cracksman-3

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He had risen with a hand to his side and a wry look on his sweep's face. "You can guess which of them it was," said I. "The beast is jolly well served!" And I shook my fist in the paralytic face of the most brutal bruiser of his time. "He is safe till the forenoon, unless they bring a doctor to him," said Raffles. "I don't suppose we could rouse him now if we tried. How much of the fearsome stuff do you suppose I took? About a tablespoonful! I guessed what it was, and couldn't resist making sure; the minute I was satisfied, I changed the label and the position of the two decanters, little thinking I should stay to see the fun; but in another minute I could hardly keep my eyes open. I realized then that I was fairly poisoned with some subtle drug. If I left the house at all. in that stat

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