I am Jonathan Wild. ’ Chapter Three Captain Hilary Roding listened with only half an ear to the long-winded report being given by Sergeant Trodger, his idle gaze wandering over the congested traffic of Piccadilly and the many pedestrians weaving a hazardous path through it. I mystify you; I can see that. “I can talk to you and you to me without a scrap of effort,” said Capes; “that’s the essence of it.
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