"Take this key to Baptist Kettleby. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. "Where did you find it!" asked Wood. He won’t have menservants inside the house, and his collection of carriages is only fit for a museum—where most of his friends ought to be, by-the-bye. It must be some days before you can arrange for her to make an identification. But—” The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. “You were seen to leave the flat, and your handkerchief was found there. They seldom arrive on the beach. She looked upon it with pity as she drank his diabetic blood and saw that several of his fingers were missing. She listened, listened intently for several minutes. Anna looked at her, startled. It was obvious that he had waited for her. “You have them both,” Anna answered. "You must have travelled a good deal to know so much about men. "Yes.
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