"And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. “There’s no end of things I’d like to talk over with you. It must be somewhere hereabouts. "We mustn't disturb the patient. "We shall all be murdered. We want it badly at the present time. He seemed to have shrunken in his seat. But though the breach was large enough to admit him below, he could not squeeze his bulky person through the aperture into the Red Room. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!” She did not speak. He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own sangfroid.
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