He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler. “I want to ask you a question,” she said abruptly. ” “In the present case,” Drummond remarked, glancing across the room, “Cheveney wouldn’t permit it. He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts.
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