“Murder! I am dying! Help, reverend sir—help!”
This mournful appeal pierced the darkness. The door of the back-staircase opened, then the side-gate of the garden, and Ali and his master were on the spot with lights.
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A man seeks revenge for having been falsely imprisoned years earlier.
“Murder! I am dying! Help, reverend sir—help!”
This mournful appeal pierced the darkness. The door of the back-staircase opened, then the side-gate of the garden, and Ali and his master were on the spot with lights.