"Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. Lucy snatched it up and put it in her pack. The door to the room in question was closed. “Is it your maid?” he asked. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame that rapscallion who calls himself your father. You Ann Veronica?” “Rather! I say—did you marry Gwen?” “Yes. Pure luck! But for that bottle of whisky, nobody in the Hong-Kong Hotel would have been able to identify the photograph; and at this hour James Boyle O'Higgins would have been on the way to Yokohama, and the trail lost for ever.
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