’
‘I shall stop him,’ declared the old lady furiously. There was only one small grated
window in this hold, which admitted but little light. “If I am,” he answered, reddening, “you can scarcely assert that it is without a
cause. That can be very useful, that. He turned in
at the club. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis
Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. She
thought gleefully of the dress she would get to wear for
the Ball (Prom?) and could not wait to tell her foster
family about how excited she was. ‘Parbleu, the house, is it broken in the least? I do
not think so. ”
He made a little noise in his throat as if something had cried out within him,
and for a time they were both too full for speech. Some automaton within her produced in a quite unfamiliar voice the remark,
“They’re playing football. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’
Roding ignored this.
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