"Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. White looked mysteriously about the room as though to be sure that no one was listening. She was the first to recover herself. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap. ’ He frowned again.
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