He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. ‘And why have you not arrested him? Do not tell me you have allowed him to escape you. I have work there. Now you haven’t the ghost of one—not if you play the game fair. “Curious case—and sets one thinking.
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