His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. ‘To see Charvill. From none of these could Jack ascertain what had become of Thames, or learn any particulars concerning the family at Dollis Hill, or of his mother. ‘We may have to,’ Gerald answered thoughtfully, staring at the window to one side. "Help!—help, Mr.
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