| McAllister whispered sharply in his ear | [Frontispiece] |
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| "What do you know about it? I tell you it's all rot!" | [6] |
| "Throw up your hands!" | [10] |
| "Do you know who you've caught?" | [16] |
| "Merry Christmas, Fatty!" | [24] |
| "I think you've got Raffles whipped to a standstill." | [64] |
| "You think you're a sure winner. But I know you. I know your face." | [88] |
| "Wot do you want?" drawled the fat man, blinking at the lantern | [102] |
| "Who in thunder are you?" | [110] |
| Deftly tied the two ends of string around it | [130] |
| "Hands up, or I'll shoot!" yelled the detective, as a fat, wild-eyed individual sprung from within | [136] |
| He hesitated a moment as if giving the matter the consideration it deserved | [324] |