"Egad!" exclaimed Wood, "you've hit the right nail on the head, anyhow. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. The stranger concluded he could not be far from his destination, and a turn in the road showed him the house. “I shall send for a policeman,” Anna said, “directly my maid answers the bell— unless you choose to go before. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss Miniver failed to mark. No doubt there’s some little mistake. Both McCloskeys disappeared on the same night, without a single trace. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. This is a plot entirely abominable, and I scorn to be part of it. In any event, I explained that no one lived here and that we’d been called in because of suspected intruders. Still—you must learn for yourself. ‘That’s wicked, that is.
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