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Good evening. Welcome to send me to sleep. The world's sleepiest podcast.

I'm your host, Andrew. I'm here to help calm your mind and send you into a peaceful night's sleep.

Tonight, I'll be reading book four, chapters three and four of the Black Arrow by Robert Louis Stevenson.

So let your eyes fall heavy and your breath soften as we settle in for a peaceful night's sleep.

Chapter three. The Dead Spy.

Throughout this furious and rapid passage, lawless had looked on helplessly, and even when all was over, and Dick already re-arisen to his feet,

was listening with the most passionate attention to the distant puzzle in the lower stories of the house.

The old outlaw was still wavering on his legs like a shrub in a breeze of wind and still stupidly staring on the face of the dead man.

It is well said Dick at length. They have not heard us. Praise the saints.

But now, what shall I do with this poor spy? At least I will take my tassel from his wallet.

So saying, Dick opened the wallet. Within, he found a few pieces of money, the tassel and a letter addressed to Lord Wensleydale and sealed with my Lord Shorby seal.

The name awoke Dick's recollection, and he instantly broke the wax and read the contents of the letter.

It was short, but, to Dick's delight, it gave evident proof that Lord Shorby was treacherously corresponding with the house of York.

The young fellow usually carried his ink horn and implements about him, and so now, bending in the beside the body of the dead spy,

he was able to write these words upon a corner of the paper.

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