Ah Cum patrolled the length of the boat innumerable times, but never letting his glance stray far from the gangplank. 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. Stanley determined to improve the occasion. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours.
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