Jack was not half your age when he died. " "A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?" "Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's not amiss. ’ Gerald grinned. “I might go home, I don’t know. ‘What?’ Roding snapped, coming quickly to tower above the window seat. For my blood you made it very hot indeed. But he knew. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. Enter the house with your men. Only a book detective could dope this out.
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