In three weeks ' time the storm burst . One day I saw Uncle Abimelech striding up the lane . He had a big newspaper clutched in his hand . I turned to Murray , who was poring over a book of anatomy in the corner . `` Murray , Uncle Abimelech is coming . There is going to be a battle royal between us . Allow me to remind you of your promise . '' `` To lie low and say nothing ? That 's the cue , is n't it , sis ? '' `` Unless Uncle Abimelech appeals to you . In that case you are to back me up . '' Then Uncle Abimelech stalked in . He was purple with rage . Old Roger de Melville himself never could have looked fiercer . I did feel a quake or two , but I faced Uncle Abimelech undauntedly . No use in having your name on the roll of Battle Abbey if you ca n't stand your ground . `` Prudence , what does this mean ? '' thundered Uncle Abimelech , as he flung the newspaper down on the table . Murray got up and peered over . Then he whistled .
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