Book1:TeDream-Maker

    "Really?I’vebeenthinkingitmustbeaweirdhumanbeingbecauseIdon’tbelieveinghosts．Butit’smyfaulttoo．Ishouldn’thaveplottedagainstpoorMrs．Silkise，mymistress．"Justthen,blindingheadlightsfloodedthedarkroomandDimitriandJamazstiffenedinapprehension,afraidthatthekidnapperswerebackagain.Thescreegofbrakes,thesmmingofcardoors,apahejovialvoiceofRichardcalling

    "Areyouthere，Jamaz?"settheirheartsatrest．RichardandYokocameintotheroomandsawJamaz．Richardranup,gaveJamazadigintheribandexcimed，

    "Hey,youson-of-a-gun，wheothehospitandfoundyougone，IknewIwouldfindyouhere!"Yokobentdowntoexamihedarkformtiedupandlyingonthegroundandexcimedinastonishment，

    "Why,it’sDimitri!Howdidyougethere?"

    "Notimetoe