The constable, Sharples, is in my pay. ” “Sir John is an ass!” he declared. It must be some days before you can arrange for her to make an identification. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. Anna turned round with a start, which was almost of guilt, the poker still in her hand. ‘Soldier of fortune. You'll be wasting his time.
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