“Showtime!” Martin cried. CHAPTER XXII. ’ ‘Which is exactly what started us off,’ Gerald said to his friend with a grin, as he gave up his injured hand to the other’s ministrations. Couldn’t make head nor tail of that note of yours. "Impossible!" exclaimed the widow, wildly. Ray Plote would not leave a written explanation. Marry, come up! I'm not so easily deluded.
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