"What is he gone there for?" "With a message to the turnkey to look after his prisoner," replied Wild, with a cunning smile. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames. White caught her eye, and smiled benignly down the table. Both arm-chairs had been moved a little so as to face each other on either side of the fender, and in the circular glow of the green-shaded lamp there lay, conspicuously waiting, a thick bundle of blue and white papers tied with pink tape. . "Another moment, and it'll be too late. Faintly bothered by what it might mean, Gerald rose from his seat and crossed to the tray to pour himself a glass of wine. Thinks they’re the same as soldiers.
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