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Show Unsafe for One of Them. The hardened malefactor stood upon the platform awaiting execution. The noose was about his neck, and the hangman was waiting at his post. "But the chaplain decided to make a final appeal to the criminal to confess his guilt. "My man," said he, gently, "have you nothing on your mind that you would like to confess? Haven't you anything you would like to tell me?" For one moment the doomed man hesitated ; then In a confidentia.1 whisper, whis-per, he replied : "Yus, guv'nor, I 'ave. This 'ere platform plat-form ain't safe." London Tit-Bits. |