Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. But, perhaps, you'll first accompany me to my dwelling for a moment, that we may arrange our accounts before we start. He thought he heard a scraping sound as he turned the handle. You are more in my power than I am in yours. He was the Napoleon of knavery, and established an uncontrolled empire over all the practitioners of crime. ‘Parbleu, that pig, he will ruin all. " "He's let out for a few hours," laughed Kneebone; "but he's going back again after supper.
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