The both of them puttering about the tidy
two-story house, Lucy would serve them both steaming
cups of tea in the front parlor. The thief-taker's throat
was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and
cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to
his glances. ”
The dinner came to an end at last, and the whiskered waiter presented his bill
and evacuated the apartment and closed the door behind him with an almost
ostentatious discretion. You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’
‘West Kent, yes. ”
“And I,” Brendon said, humbly, “although I am afraid there is no chance for me,
my errand was the same. ’
‘I know,’ he said, smiling.
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