Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. They reached Wimbledon, and Ramage whipped out to hand Miss Stanley to the platform as though she had been a duchess, and she descended as though such attentions from middle-aged, but still gallant, merchants were a matter of course. Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. He waited for hours after dusk but she never arrived. Why don’t I just go and get the key from Pottiswick?’ Alderley flicked a glance back at him over his shoulder. Of Jack Sheppard or the assailants they could not discover a single trace.
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