CHAPTER XII. My foster mother, Sheila, insists that I go to St. ” Drummond shook his head in melancholy fashion. . Let me see now. "Wretch!" cried Jack. “She is likely somewhere on the road or perhaps in town, finding victims. ’ ‘Yes, and leave you to break in on your own. ‘Is she the Frenchie we’ve been watching for then, sir?’ The lady’s furious features turned on this new target. ‘Sit down, won’t you?’ He crossed back to Roding and said low-voiced. However, not a moment is to be lost. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair.
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