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“They say there are spots on the sun. Sister’s got married to that bounder Ferringhall. Bring me food, a man, hurry!” She placed the stone back over the crypt to hide the evidence of what she had uncovered. The chance had gone. Actually, he had come all this distance simply to fulfil a certain clause in his contract with Fate, to be in Canton on this particular day. “Ritter’s!” said Ramage to the driver, “Dean Street. For all you might know, I might have someone watching you. Your maid would not be of the least protection. You have somewhere to go to in London, I hope. Since then he has persistently annoyed me. But he dismissed that because then she would ask her lover and not him all these things. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. "I have one inquiry more to make of you, Sir," said the stranger, as soon as he had conquered his displeasure, "and I will then trouble you no further. Here and there, a rectangular patch, darker than the rest, showed that some had been removed.
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