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"From some of your associates?"
"From your uncle, from my uncle,—Sir Rowland Trenchard. I had to go at a moment’s notice. “I see nothing of my sister,” she said. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray,
blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. He further gave the name and address of the firm from whom
he purchased the revolver and cartridges, a member of which firm has since
corroborated his statement. To-night she could have
hugged both the old maids. His horse,
which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he was. ‘Nevertheless, you will marry me,’ he snarled. “That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. This morning his entourage (as he jestingly called it) consisted of the girl, two
spinsters (Prudence and Angelina Jedson), prim and doubtful of the world, and
the young man who appeared to be considerably the worse for the alcohol he had
consumed. Kneebone, Van Galgebrok, and Baptist
Kettleby—all of whom greeted him cordially. I
am certainly no ghost. You didn’t even put the twelve words.
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