Kneebone,—pray go!" implored Winifred. She was listed for the raid—she was informed it was to be a raid upon the House of Commons, though no particulars were given her—and told to go alone to 14, Dexter Street, Westminster, and not to ask any policeman to direct her. But there was something else; and in his befogged mental state the comparison eluded him. “Can you come out tonight?” “Um, sure, I guess. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. There was a long silence between them. An astonished Jack Kimble was revealed in the aperture. You, sir,” he added, turning to Brendon, “had better take my card round to the police station in Werner Street and ask that Detective Dorling be sent round here at once on urgent business. Though a few months younger than his companion Jack Sheppard, he was half a head taller, and much more robustly formed.
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