Egad! I shall make a good thing of it. It was bad luck to go to Canongate. You’re a far cry from your usual gloomy self these days. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. What was his transport on perceiving that a few yards above him a light was burning. ‘It does not matter to me if he comes or no, madame. "If this document is correct," continued Wood, "and I am persuaded it is so,— you are as unfortunate as wicked. "Nothing whatever," rejoined the thief-taker, coldly.
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