One of his chair coolies had witnessed the transportation of Spurlock by stretcher to the sampan in the canal. The one through which she had come and Gosse had entered behind her. “You cowards!” said Ann Veronica, “put her down!” and tore herself from a detaining hand and battered with her fists upon the big red ear and blue shoulder of the policeman who held the little old lady. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip.
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