It was just then that she came face to face with Nigel Ennison. When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. "Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland. I waited until he was asleep and then I tied him up with some duct tape and some old rope he had in the shed.
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