‘You put that thing away now, missie. You understand me, Charcoal. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. She came back with two women, one in each arm, which she threw down like sticks as she alit onto the stone causeway. ‘He’d have been that happy if he’d known how you’re the spit of her, miss. ‘I am not a murderer. When I'm alone I don't mind. “All your dreadful scientific things?” he said, with a smile that Miss Klegg thought extraordinarily kindly. I'll cable to-night, and in a few days we'll have some news. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. He passed but a cursory glance over the formal certificate that identified the Frenchman before him as one André Valade, distant cousin to the Vicomte Valade.
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