Creeping along quickly on his hands and knees, he found the entrance to a covered drain, into which he crept. That boy," he added, looking at Thames, "has his eye upon us. It clicked and the bookshelf was once more intact. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!" "A brick?" He chuckled. . He shut his eyes and groped for the wall to steady himself, wondering if this bit of mummery would get over. By this time, he had apparently accomplished all he desired; for moving the bottle out of Jack's reach, he appropriated it entirely to his own use, leaving the devoted lad to the care of the females.
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