"We shall meet again ere long, my son," cried Mrs. " "I can answer that," replied Thames. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. " "Zounds!" exclaimed Wood; "it's my old master-key. “Forgive you, indeed. "There's nothing in his clothes. Mr. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude.
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