‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. That boy," he added, looking at Thames, "has his eye upon us. God send the fellow did turn out to be a spy! Beckoning Roding on, Gerald crept down the corridor towards the source of the swishing he had heard. I asked you to go. Good riddance. . Now I ain’t saying as how that there Pottiswick—’ ‘How you talk,’ interrupted Melusine impatiently.
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