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He helped himself to a beer, then a vodka and tonic, then two rum and Cokes. "Fear nothing, Sir," said the man, in a voice which Thames instantly recognised as that of Blueskin. ’ ‘They? How many are there?’ ‘Oh, peste. I'm safe enough if you hold your tongue. “To Paris! But why? What do you hope to discover there?” “I do not know,” he answered, “but I am going to see David Courtlaw. "Good work. I have an engagement with a theatrical agent—I believe for the ‘Unusual’. Once she heard him mutter, and she leaned down.
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