He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. ’ It seems that I was mistaken. ’ Gerald frowned in an effort of memory, and then laughed as he recalled one of the lies she had invented for his benefit. To stumble upon the trail through the agency of a bottle of whisky! Drank queer; so his bottle had rendered him conspicuous. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit.
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