“You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. ” The detective thrust his notebook into his pocket. A deep roar followed this order, and several missiles were launched at the vehicle, which was driven off at a furious pace. ‘Coward,’ she threw at him, brandishing the sword. It was easy to discover that he was a knave, but equally easy to perceive that he was a pleasant fellow; a combination of qualities by no means of rare occurrence.
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