‘But this is not to my blame, grandpére. She could neither speak nor move nor cry out. "Hold!" cried Kneebone, flinging down the packets; "they are nothing to me. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the door. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture. They did not have to wait long. It had been easy to steal.
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