‘Oh, peste. ’ Jack Kimble took a deep breath. But I mean to have them. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. “A glass slipped from the table,” he explained. They hissed me!” “Beasts!” he muttered. I was supposed to do the same, but I didn’t. He smiled inwardly.
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