Mac—the old gossip—knew about everything going on in that part of the world; and if Enschede was anything up to the picture the girl had drawn, McClintock would have heard of him, naturally. She did not twitch. I have arrested him in the King's name. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet.
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