He got out in much the same way from the Gatehouse,—stole the keys, and passed through a room where I was sitting half-asleep in a chair. ’ ‘Lord, yes,’ agreed Gerald, in mock horror. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. Go to her and tell her. “It may be true, but it isn’t quite what I have in mind. “I meant it. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs.
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