Ashton-Kirk, student of crime, sat cross-legged upon a rug; thoughtfully he drew at the big pipe; the wreaths of smoke drifted over the tottering towers of books with which he was surrounded, and eddied out at an open window. In a few moments, Stumph, gravest of men servants, entered, bearing a bulky folio which he placed before his employer.…
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