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‘Melusine, don’t sit there. No police officers or lurking storms were anywhere in sight. ‘Am I right in supposing you to have been a sister to the late Mr Jarvis Remenham?’ ‘Quite right. But she veiled her feelings. No gentleman was ever called Thames, and Darrell is a gentleman, unless the whole story of his being found in the river is a fabrication!" "My dear, you forget—" "No, Mr. This niggardliness compelled him to cross and recross streets. Giles's was lined with spectators. But the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that led underground right outside the boundary of the estate. ‘This is not a place for a man. ‘The secret passage!’ It did not take long to find the mechanism of the candlesconce that opened the door. The lantern was on the ground inside, ready.
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