‘Nothing of the sort,’ argued Gerald. “So you’re the one my son has been talking about. Yours?" The stranger hesitated. "A hundred pounds!" exclaimed Shotbolt. He heard the struggle on the landing, the fall of the heavy body, the groan,—and excited almost to frenzy by his fears, he succeeded in forcing open the door. He was part of the firm Martyska, Seeberg, and Diedermayer. John looked at his feet bashfully.
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