" "I'm no reader of riddles," said Jonathan. ” Annabel laughed hardly. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. She saw, twenty yards down the platform, the shiny hat and broad back and inimitable swagger of Ramage. It may bring us together again. "But, perhaps, he has not got beyond the room above.
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