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Dicksons ear caught Maclellans misapprehension of Charvill.
Youre looking for
folk that never werehere. Was there ever sucha game of hide-and-seek?
The
butler stammered something about an appointment. At half-past ten Wilkie
returned to the Mains and Dicksons hourhad come.
Man, Im glad to see ye, Mr
McCunn, was his greeting.
Mr Craws face was thecolour of clay, and his eyes
stared at Mastrovin as if he weremesmerised. The gilt baroque clock on
themantelpiece struck the quarter to midnight. Iwarn you, Mr Craw, that we are
difficult people to trifle with. He did not press the button, for he knew that
it would be to wakenHell. But, as you know well, those who play a certain game
cannotalways preserve the politenesses.
Ivealways thought that a very good
remark.
There was a glow from the big fireon the hearth, and one lamp was lit
in the central chandelier.
A hound wouldsuddenly burst into their midst and
disappear.
There was a glow from the big fireon the hearth, and one lamp was
lit in the central chandelier.
Theres a good hotel, you say, at Markhaven,
where I canget a few hours sleep.
Hewanted to be back in France, where he was
due at a partridge shoot. Mr Craw raised his eyes from the paper at the
interruption. But you may ask why the thing hasnt been disavowedalready?
At the
thought Jaikie had a momentary pang.
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