And I want you for myself—for my wife. None this end. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. My proposition is for you to keep an eye on him, and the moment he puts on his clothes to send me a telegram, care of the HongKong Hotel. We've made a pretty penny by him—sixty guineas this blessed day. And don’t talk until we’re well out of earshot. ‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. Old Newgate. ” To her relief, Trodger sent one of his men posthaste to London with this missive, while the other went to fetch the horse, having been given precise directions on how to negotiate the passage so that he might find it at the other end. “Annabel,” she said brusquely.
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