Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. " Upon which he drew the trigger of the pistol, which, luckily for the individual against whom it was aimed, flashed in the pan. That was the only sound he heard. Some of the hotel guests can act as witnesses. S. They were so nearly alike that the difference would be due to a shaky hand. "Sir!" exclaimed Winifred, rising. It was from Brendon. When the hero finally did appear, Ruth became filled with gentle self-mockery. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. He must be gone to dispose of the body.
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