” She picked at her sandwich idly. "I'll place it to your account, Sir Rowland," answered the thief-taker, smiling significantly. He went over her features one by one in his mind. ’ ‘It’s no use blaming me, Gerald,’ uttered Roding, shrugging helplessly as his senior turned questioning eyes on him. At length she hit upon it: bubbling water. ‘I am glad it is you, because you can help me. You say you have twenty-four hundred in your letter of credit. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. He might be unfortunate, but he would scarcely be a fool.
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