There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. . ” “Is it necessary to send for the police?” Anna asked. Mrs. She started forward. The detective backed out slowly and closed the door without sound. For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. The vast heap of rubbish on the floor had been so materially increased by the bricks and plaster thrown down in his attack upon the wall of the Red Room, that it was with some difficulty he could find the blanket which was almost buried beneath the pile. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares.
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