Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the
door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his
appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. Chapter Seven
‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald. What was this man?"
"A detective from the States. ”
“Please go then, Mr. "
"Willingly. “It is very good of you to come and see me, my dear sister,” Annabel remarked,
throwing herself into a low chair, and clasping her hands over her head. It was just a chance that we in particular hit against each other—nothing
predestined about it.
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