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” Sebastian drove on. " A detective. Like a petulant child he snapped. Though it’s very kind of you. It 163 invariably leads to trouble. "What's become of Ruth?" "Gone to her room. “Is Coke okay?” He asked as he pulled into the gas station. And that would spoil it. Journeying blindly half way across the world, this man had found his quarry. By your father, Sir Montacute Trenchard's will, you are aware,—and, therefore, I need not repeat it, except for the special purpose I have in view,—you are aware, I say, that, by this will, in case your sister Aliva, died without issue, or, on the death of such issue, the property reverts to Constance and her issue. "At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up. They walked two by two to the car, looking the part of 267 two weary spouses supporting their drunken mates after an all-night bender. " "That I'll engage not to do. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets.
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