But he could only utter an inarticulate exclamation. The vast heap of rubbish on the floor had been so materially increased by the bricks and plaster thrown down in his attack upon the wall of the Red Room, that it was with some difficulty he could find the blanket which was almost buried beneath the pile. “I’ve plenty of pals,” he said, “who, when they’ve been doing Paris on the Q. ‘It is nothing at all of the kind. Wood turned to look at him.
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