“And here’s where John creates his crazy experiments. There is no Heaven for your
mother. The street was deserted, no
pedestrian school-goers walked immediately in front or
behind them. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to
the floor to make use of its much-needed support. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed
open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a
saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the
fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished,
and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. Wild, he asserted, had robbed him of a large
sum of money, and till it was restored he would never plead.
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