" "Not quite," replied the manager. ” “What’s our lot?” asked her sister. “It is against my husband’s orders, and I am not sure that my sister will be particularly glad to see me. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. What had actually beaten him was not to have known if someone had picked up his trail. He only laughed his defiance. The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances.
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