Nickel Plate, the polished Villain, sat in his office in the North South corner of the first straight turning to the left of the Castle in Plotville. "Gadzooks," exclaimed he with a heavy frown, "likewise Pish Tush! Methinks I grow rusty--it is indeed a sad world when a real villain is reduced to chewing his moustache and biting his lips instead of feasting on the fat of the land."…
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