’ Trodger eyed her with suspicion. "Your tone suggests something marvellous in the fact," replied Ah Cum, ironically. Wood scarcely knew where he was. "Don't ask me about it now. Did you not hear the shot?’ ‘I ain’t saying as I didn’t hear no shot,’ Trodger said carefully, peering at her out of eyes narrowed with interest, ‘but what I do say is, it’s mighty peculiar you saying as how there’s a Frenchman in the case, when it’s as plain as the nose on your face that you’re a Frenchwoman yourself. Send you the shirt. Above her head was an aura of white fire. [Illustration: Distinctive Pictures Corporation.
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