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liar. 'Preston,' he said, 'you need not try to deceive me. You can't do it. You will only get yourself in trouble. Now own up, my boy, and let me help you.' I shook my head. 'Come, now,' said he, 'what are you going to do with the thing?' I told him I hadn't acknowledged that there was anything to own up about. He stopped a minute and laughed, as if trying to conciliate me. 'That's right,' he said; 'you'd make a good witness.' Then he told me a long story about when he was on the Grand Jury out in Arizona. 'But just suppose,' he went on, 'for the sake of argument, that there is a corpse down there in that cellar while we are talking' (we were near the laboratory, and so I shuddered like this), 'do you suppose,' he said, 'it's going to stay there, and not be missed? Don't you realize that the relatives of the deceased will discover that the grave has been tampered with? Investigation will follow, and after that, detection, as sure as the day follows night. Think of the consequences, Preston, the consequences to yourselves, to us, to the college, to your
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