‘So this is Pottiswick’s French spy. " "From some of your associates?" "From your uncle, from my uncle,—Sir Rowland Trenchard. 144 I think he heard about the backpack and the spitballs finally. ‘We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger. It had, as it were, blown up at the concussion of his first step. Wild has done his business.
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