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” Chapter XXV THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room with a deferential little gesture. If you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise. It was thought, however, if the skipper could have been found, that the result of the case would have been materially different. We've made a pretty penny by him—sixty guineas this blessed day. Perhaps the sunken cheeks and the protruding cheekbones gave her this impression. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. His face fell. “Yeah. The carpenter well knew from the obstacle which had interfered with his own progress, that the unknown could not have passed through the same lock as himself. Capes most unfair,” Miss Klegg went on in a small, even voice; “MOST unfair! I’m glad you spoke out as you did. I only arrived when everybody was coming away. "You are my prisoner. Then Capes flittered to the hearthrug and poked the fire, stood up, and turned about. The idea of anything criminal never entered her thoughts. She answered him almost coldly.
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