Wood uttered something like an imprecation. ” “You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. In a very definite sense we are in the wrong —hopelessly in the wrong. What'll we call him—Rollo?"—ironically. Wood's at Dollis Hill, wholly unsuspicious of any designs against him, and, in fact, entirely ignorant of your being acquainted with his return, or even of his existence. “I really do not believe,” he announced with satisfaction, “that any one would recognize me.
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