Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. She saw me, and, Lady Ferringhall, I shall never forget her look as long as I live. "Bravo!" shouted Blueskin. ’ He glanced at the portrait behind her. After much clapping, they started. ‘Have you any more pretty toys like that knife about you?’ ‘The girl’s a regular arsenal,’ Hilary snapped, giving up into his senior’s hand the nasty little weapon he had snatched. Out of an old family album: here was the very comparison that had eluded him.
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