“You are not boring me,” she said, “but I would rather talk of something else. "Were you present at the time of the robbery?" pursued Jonathan. You, sir,” he added, turning to Brendon, “had better take my card round to the police station in Werner Street and ask that Detective Dorling be sent round here at once on urgent business. But you must not imagine me wrapped in melancholy. She spoke with fluent enthusiasm. "He has not the power—perhaps not the will to do so. They were horrible people. Kind of knows it, too. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. And I think I will indeed blow off your imbecile head. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat.
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