Amongst them was a revolver. “I am going,” she said grimly, with three hairpins in her mouth. “Quite right,” she said. CHAPTER VIII. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort. Probably hadn't. "You know my motive well enough," answered Jonathan. “Manning,” she said, and contemplated a figure of inaggressive persistence. Tell me, Sir," she added, with forced calmness, and grasping Wood's arm; "what has Jack done? Tell me in a word, that I may know the worst. There's nothing on the card to indicate it, but I'm a detective.
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