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“I’ve been to hear you lots of times. Somewhere you may stumble upon a clew to his identity. I’d only have to do something about it, and that I can’t. Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. “Do you happen to know whether she is supposed to be here?” “Very likely indeed,” Captain Fred Meddoes answered, lighting a cigarette. I overlooked the mechanical imperfections of your work, the utter lack of finish, the crudeness of your drawing. If you like books and music, we'll get along.
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