. Yet she held her tongue. ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. " "If you mean the fugitive, Darrell, he has escaped through the back window," replied Jonathan. But at last this ordeal was over, and Ramage opened the door.
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