"You musht do dat shob yourself, Mishter Vild," rejoined Abraham, shaking his head. “But we satisfy one another. He put it carefully aside, resolved to defer the attempt till night. " "You have extradition papers?" "What sort of a detective do you think I am?" countered O'Higgins. "Where is he?" asked she, in an agitated whisper. From now on, you’re going to listen to me for a change. ‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. ” “They know you better,” he declared. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald.
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