Stanley changed his key. Good riddance. Spurlock grew cold. “I couldn’t help it. "No," replied Jonathan, with a brutal laugh. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. As matters now stand, I'm only a thief, not a blackguard. But when she was thinking it over in her room that evening vague and baffling doubts came drifting across this conviction. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. ’ ‘I like that,’ Gerald protested.
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