I think we rest here until to-morrow?” There was a brief silence. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. "Mr. ‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding. She was guided into the dock and prompted by a helpful police inspector. He was accustomed to such surprises, and enjoyed them.
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