. The likeness was
ridiculous. ’
Roding gave him a look of respect. “Not too bad. Get the men back to their posts. “Forgive me,” he
decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his
hand on hers upon her knee. But there's a person in the hall—a very odd sort of man—waiting to see him,
who won't be sent away. They are things faint and slight in themselves, as physical facts, but
they are like the detonator of a bomb: they let loose the explosive. All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen
countenance looked gloomier than usual. “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead.
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