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On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “I HAVE—had one or two talks with him, daddy. It is very possible that he will ask you to tell him before witnesses how you received your wound. ” “Dear me,” Anna laughed, “how unfortunate! What ought I to do? Should I be forgiven, do you think, if I were to go and hold that skein of wool for the old lady in the yellow cap?” “Don’t speak of her irreverently,” Brendon said, in an awed whisper. In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered. All at once he saw a way out of the threatening doldrums. Sheppard, a matron offered to conduct him to her cell. ” The detective thrust his notebook into his pocket. Chapter Two ‘Our French friends are beginning to form quite a little coterie,’ remarked Gerald, covertly studying the group gathered in an alcove at the other side of Lady Bicknacre’s ballroom. “I MUST speak to you,” he said. “Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. The odd creak was not to be avoided in an old house such as this. “The man is dangerous. “You were there, were you?” He laughed a little impatiently. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s.
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