Her mouth was once more covered as they left the second floor guest saloon and headed for the back stairs. ’ Speeding down the two flights of stairs, Gerald mentally thanked God that it was the practice of himself and Roding—in case of emergency, of which this was a prime example—to stable their horses at the posting inns all the way to London. ” “But, my dear Peter!” said Miss Stanley. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. He had a wild impulse to shout. Whoever this might be, the visit seemed to have some reference to the carpenter, for, shortly afterwards, Sharples made his appearance, and informed the captives they were free. Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. But who would pay the ransom? There was no one left in his family. She could hear the raucous laughter and bad music below. "What proof have you of the truth of this story?" inquired Trenchard. Ennison looked down on him in disgust.
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