I'm a slave to my word. The Disguise 261 VI. “I am much obliged to you,” he said. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. There was some one there. He would always be her friend, too. " A detective. McClintock liked it. Perhaps I deceived you about it. He drew compellingly upon his new characters to keep him out of this melancholy channel; but they ebbed and ebbed; he could not hold them. "Then I presume you've not been arrested?" "I have not," answered Wood firmly. ” He shook his head, and threw open the door of a great dimly-lit apartment on the ground floor. The carpenter well knew from the obstacle which had interfered with his own progress, that the unknown could not have passed through the same lock as himself. “I’ve gotta go.
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