From under his pillow he dragged forth the key to the trunk. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. “You will be so good as to leave us your correct name and address, mademoiselle,” he said curtly. A handy knife, and a good tot of something sharp to clean out the wound. ToC Tyburn was now at hand.
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