’ ‘Me, miss?’ uttered Mrs Ibstock doubtfully. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. "I fear not," replied Jack, despondingly. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. Jim is up to the neck in Mahatmas and Theosophy and Higher Thought and rot—writes letters worse than Alice. But you need not fear,’ she added, shaking him off. She began to think persistently of Capes, and it seemed to her now that for some weeks at least she must have been thinking persistently of him unawares. ‘Major Gerald Alderley, I arrest you in the name of the King.
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