“We can,” he said, “and we will. Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall rounded upon them all at the club. He found himself thinking up all the psychology which he had ever read. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout. ‘Bête,’ she flung at him. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. ’ Jack blinked.
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