The Supper at Mr. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. The pause lengthened, and he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's mouth. “Quite right,” she said. ‘I’m following a scent.
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