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‘Um—begging your pardon, sir, but—um—what was you meaning to arrest the young lady for?’ ‘Trespassing, theft, and suspicion of spying,’ announced Roding fluently. ” She glared at Sebastian over the drawing table where she was sketching in chalk, then over at the fifteen year old boy who was asleep in a disheveled pile of rushes in the corner. You will find the proof in McClintock's safe. The prisoner was then thrust in by Quilt. I make no apology for not being with you now. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester.
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