" The detective ruefully inspected the scarlet band on his perfecto. All at once he recollected the fact that McClintock's copra plantation was down that way, somewhere in the South Seas; had an island of his own. "Oh, nothing—nothing," returned Mrs. "What's the matter, lad, after all the wonderful fireworks at lunch?" Spurlock beheld McClintock standing beside him. “I think she would,” she decided. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying to draw him nearer by pushing him away. "Slip on the handcuffs," cried the thief-taker. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. She sat perfectly still, however. "And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. It was about—a question of what I might do or might not do.
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