" "And do you think I'll allow you to depart," cried Jonathan in a menacing tone, "and compromise my safety? No, no. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. I can’t even carry a tune with a bucket. ‘You see, Melusine, that none of our visitors were as informed as they would wish to be. That’s why I chucked Manning. " Hastening to the Six Bells, Jack ordered some refreshment, and engaged a private room, where he remained till the afternoon absorbed in grief. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back.
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